I think I'll print this out and post it over the coffee pot at work.

Our Time

Tick-tock    ….   Tick-tock.

We can’t set the pace.

Time flies by like the wind,

or drags on for an eternity.

We have no say in the matter.

Time has its own schedule.

Tick-tock    ….    Tick-tock.

We can’t set the length.

Our time may be short and sweat,

or stretch on like a desert road.

We don’t have the choice.

Time sets its own agenda.

Tick-tock    ….    Tick-tock.

We can’t set the end.

We don’t know the when or the where,

or the how or the why.

We’re not privy to our final curtain.

 Time writes the grand finale.

Tick-tock    ….    Tick-tock

We do get to fill in the spaces.

We can choose to be positive,

and loving and caring,

and giving and nurturing.

We get to fill in the story.

Time sets the final period. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Happy Birthday wishes go out to a fav of mine, Lorretta Swit, aka "Hot Lips" from the the TV series M*A*S*H who turns 78 years young today.

Who are the Poets?

Their words tumble over the page
Sharing the contents of their hearts
They freely give you their smiles
Their tears fill your eyes
You read a line over and then over again
You ponder and marvel.

Who are these poets?
These crafters of words?
These wandering minstrels of life?

They are bus drivers, bakers and farmers
They are street sweepers, caregivers and hair dressers
They are young, they are old, they are dark, and they are light.
They are your worldwide neighbors and friends.
Word smiths and lyricists
God bless them, every one.  

~C. Wolf