As the flowers in the fields grow, so grow the years, days, hours, moments of my life.
Each day I take out a day of my allotted ones on this earth. And I've already used up so many -
Uselessly, trying to get it.
But what am I trying to get?
Am I trying to get ahead?
But trying to get ahead of what?
Ahead of or outrun? I wonder.
Some of the days were filled with silt.
Others with pure gold.
Joy, laughter, fun.
Now at this time in the later days of my life,
I try to make each day I take out of my jar of days -
A day that matters.
Make this a day that matters in your life!