Counting Sand
Structure your expectations.
No, “Free rides,” no, “Free lunch,
No promises of happiness, nor even to be fair,
Not one intention of pulling even a single punch,
No commitment set in stone to, “Always be there,”
No guarantee of, “The fairy-tale ending,”
Nor any, “Happily ever after,”
No pretension of intending,
To fill your life with endless laughter,
No easy passage through storm troubled seas,
No, “Whispered promise,” that she’ll guide you to land,
Not one single intention of lifting you up off your knees,
Nor of stopping the hourglass from counting sand,
No commitment to ever offer you anything,
Nor lift your load, nor ease your strife,
And yet she’s given you everything,
And, “Everything’s,” name is life.
Jason Bayliss
Sun 29th Nov 2020 09:36
Thanks Paul, and the sand ever falls until there's none left, so I reckon, value every single little grain for what it is.
J. x