A poem to share.

I found a poem in my desk drawer that I wrote over a decade ago. What's interesting is that while I've changed in many ways, I still find ....I forget. So here's the poem for me to remember and share. And hope it helps you as it did me.

I used to be a rusher

A pusher and a shover

I thought that moving faster

was the only way to be.

What I didn't know or see

was that I was running over me.

I soon got very discouraged

exhausted and depressed.

Because I was so busy

I never stopped to rest.

You see...

I missed the sunsets

the flowers and the trees

All changing different colors

right in front of me.

Part of me was wishful

that the world would just slow down.

I'd lost all of my smiles

all I'd gained was frowns.

Finally, I realized...

that things and people change.

I could decide to stop and stare

and take in the mountain range.

I could paint my colors,write my words under the trees,

and choose to be a lover of life and be free.

There still are days

when I forget and find

that in my rush to get things done

I've left my heart behind.

Then it's time to read the words

and listen to my soul

watch the colors of the clouds

and let that be my goal.