Exploring Happiness #48- The Disappeared Poem by June Stepansky

The high school beauties
are gone.

Gone too
the presidents and the kings,
the movie stars, the athletes
the billionaires and the scholars.
All have disappeared
in an endless cycle
of growth and destruction,
reminding us
of the ephemeral
preciousness
of days.


Time will eventually run out for us all.
Our hopes, our dreams and our problems will ultimately depart.
Before this depleting of the sands of time occurs, we still have available to us our chain of days to value, appreciate and to use wisely.
If we can heighten our awareness of the preciousness of our days and use each day with care and with wisdom, then whatever happen to us in the future, we can always retain within us a reservoir of loving memories and the solace of knowing that we did the best that was possible with our precious days.

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“It is how we spend our time
here and now, that really matters.”
Wieder Marcia


Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled
nor the hour which has past return again.
Ovid