Quality Time
A lot of our younger years were spent
Wanting to be “old enough to……..”
and ‘X’ number of years was like a magic barrier
to be reached or illicitly crossed!
To ride a bike ‘on the road’
– to leave school, to wear make-up,
get a job, drive a car
go dancing and / or drinking or even to vote!
We never seemed quite to be ……..
tall enough
for the fun fair ride
or old enough to gain entry
or mature enough to get insured in Dad’s car!
As each goal was achieved – another appeared
But
Life is not a race to the end
There is no prize for finishing first
Each day comes but once
and all we truly have is the memory of our past
and this one moment in Time
It is the quality of how we spend our time
which make the best memories
