‘Time’ – a poem by volunteer, Sarah Twigg

How much I have frittered away
Leaving loaded expectations hanging on lost tomorrows
I’ll attend to my dreams later
Like they were just dreams
…floating in the distance
Like somehow they would just happen if I waited
…and waited
…and distracted myself
…and waited.
Time isn’t that thing you had last Tuesday when you sat down in front of your moving picture box, staring into oblivion, lapping up images of other people’s dreams.
It’s not that coffee break you snuck in between those long rendezvous with your swivel chair, staring at your virtual community through your high definition window.
Time is that thing that passes you by while you were pondering that insurance quote for your cat, your communication device, your left shoe, your corrugated iron storage box containing all the things you thought you needed, the things you were saving for another tomorrow, another “just in case”, another “maybe later”.
Why insure against damage, while in the process you’re damaging the most precious thing?
The only thing that is in your control,
That is truly yours.
Every second, every minute, every day, every month is yours to fill how you wish,
Why not fill it with every last scrap, every morsel of love, energy, joy and passion you can muster?
There is no time to waste, to reverse, to undo, to rethink,
So gather up all your wasted moments
Use them to propel you forward
You are reborn in this instant
Go forth and live.