Life’s so filled, it’s so easy to jump from one thing to the next. To yearn for the next big thing that will tickle our fancies, entertain us. But this poem – written by a 14-year old (wow, I mean, wow so philosophical at such a young age) really reminded me to live in the present. To cherish what I have now. To BE with the people I’m around. Not have my mind wandering around, or constantly being distracted by my phone.
It was spring, But it was summer I wanted,
The warm days, And the great outdoors.
It was summer, But it was fall I wanted,
The colorful leaves, And the cool, dry air.
It was fall, But it was winter I wanted,
The beautiful snow, And the joy of the holiday season.
It was winter, But it was spring I wanted,
The warmth, And the blossoming of nature.
I was a child, But it was adulthood I wanted,
The freedom, And the respect.
I was 20, But it was 30 I wanted,
To be mature, And sophisticated.
I was middle-aged, But it was 20 I wanted,
The youth, And the free spirit.
I was retired, But it was middle age I wanted,
The presence of mind, Without limitations.
My life was over.
But I never got what I wanted.
Poem source: The Chicago Tribune, 1989