I’m just sitting here thinking how
Tragic it is that so many people go
Dashing through life as though it’s a race,
A frightful pace,
With unattainable goals to chase.
Now, I think I know what you’re going to say,
That time is the foe who
Stands in the way,
That every dawn could bring your last day.
There’s really only one thing I can say.
Sip… doesn’t gulp.
Smell the bouquet of the finely aged wine.
Savor each morsel as though it’s the last.
If one time around is all this life offers,
I want to be satisfied with its repast.
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