What if, with the wisdom of the elderly,
We drank in each sunset as if it might be our last,
Held hands with a wise appreciation
That we may not hold that hand again?
What if we savored every moment of beauty
Like those on the edge of life,
As time winds down,
Cherishing every small gesture of kindness?
So often, we assume there will always be another chance
To stop and drink in that sunset,
Hold that hand,
Appreciate the beauty, the kindness.
So much of life wasted,
Rushing to the next thing,
Not aware of what we are missing in the moment,
Each moment overflowing with life.