Life In Real Time. Poem by BillieAnne McCarthy

I watch them go past, the hustle and bustle of the working day. They push, they pull, rush and spin.

They dont have time look at the wonders around them, or listen to the song of the sparrow that he sings.

They should stop and soak up life, the real wonders of it all.

Watch the sun set, smell a flower or two and feel the breez of a warm summers night.

They never think when the time will come when all they have is time.