Most Of The Time Poem by Roy Davenport

Most of the Time
Most of the time I'm in such a rush that I barely have time to think
about the important things that fill my life but then are gone in a blink.
Most of the time I rush through meals barely speaking to those I love.
I'm in a such a hurry to rush and rush, and push and push and shove.
Most of the time it don't seem to matter. I manage to get things done.
Even if the price I have to pay is the absence of peace, joy or fun.
Most of the time, getting ready for the work, rushing at a breakneck pace
I look in the mirror at the person in there and wonder If I'll finish the race.
Then suddenly I see tired old eyes and wrinkles that once weren't there
on a man who never had time to pause and appreciate those who care.
Then I hear a voice that stops me dead, and cuts through the silence like a knife
"Make the most of the time starting today…it's the first day of the rest of your life."
RDavenport 2012 ©