DEAR SON: LETTER-10-THE URGENCY OF TIME

Dear son,

If you are 25, in 15 years, you will be 40, 

Same with 35 and 45, 50 and 60 is in a blink  

Imagine when this year started, 

Now it’s ending in a few days ahead. 

The question of how fast that will be is, 

See the same in brief 14x cycles   

It’s a matter of a sleep and waking 

Waking to behold you’re over,

It’s not pressure, my son,

But the art of maximizing time, 

For no one has ever truly held its reins.

Back in 2001, son

I was still in primary school, 

2007 felt like a century away, 

It was so far but now I’ve closed my eyes

My eyes are opened being aged 

The age Near someone’s grandpa

Wondering where the years flew?

Dear son,

Time is like butterfly friends

It has wings and flies as the eye’s blinks

Use time wisely, son

Understand that you don’t have time. 

Nobody ever did, not then, not now. 

May we never be over when we were not done, 

May we finish every race before we’re called to rest. 

For time, dear son, is a fleeting companion, 

And once it’s gone, there’s no turning back.

I wish you well, son,

Till I write again

from,

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