Baby lives each moment
Life revolves around “now”
Without concept of time
Crying for mealtime’s chow
Months gather, move along
Sunrise into sunset
Child understands today
Playing, life’s fun outlet
Seasons bring transitions
Into another year
Life’s pace steps more quickly
Walking without much fear
Adulthood brings worry
Life’s major burdens rise
Innocence vanishes
Searching promising skies
Before morning arrives
Leftover tasks will keep
Today’s curtain descends
Resting, tomorrow sleeps
The stages of life are many and filled with wonder.
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Indeed, they are. Thank you Kathy for sharing thoughts. There is something precious waiting with the arrival of a new day.
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Passing through the time of our lives, there is always the miracle of tomorrow!
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Indeed! Susan, your words are a fitting tribute to life’s tomorrow’s.
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Each of us remembers nothing from that time
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So true Michael!
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Babies and children really do live in the moment. Perhaps that’s why it’s often refreshing to spend time with them.
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Wonderful insight! The innocence of children hides the life they’ll live in later years.
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Ah, to remain childlike
While maturing to be seen
As thoughtful and intelligent
Means avoiding the extreme
Living in the now
Avoiding over-thinkin’
Keeps life more playful
Tedium can be stinkin’
🤪👋🏽❤️👍🏽
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Jan, thanks so much for sharing your poetic gift. When our tomorrow’s fill up with these precious gifts, lives are truly blessed.
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life moves quickly sometimes; we may need to step back and relax and reflect every now and then
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Jim, I agree with you. Whether 25 or 65, we sometimes need to step back. The more I read this poem, the more I see about my own tomorrow.
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well said, Richard…
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