but the hours,
slip away much to quickly,
as they are want to do,
as they have to do,
there is nothing else that they can do,
except to be what they are,
just another measure of who we are,
and what we need to be.
yet there is so much left to say,
I am still looking forward to having the best years of my life.
I never would have believed,
as a young man,
that my life would have taken some of the turns that it has,
but here I am,
doing what I am doing,
saying what I am saying,
and wishing that it were different.
yet there is still so much left to say,
and never enough time to say it all.