Restless sands of time scattered across the hills
Over oceans, under bridges, across planes and through fields
They won’t stop nor slow down to acknowledge our here and now
For every moment, every second is being lost beyond the clouds.
Days roll into weeks, roll into months and then to years
Our short lives will be forgotten as new generations appear
Living for the moment; being grateful for all we’ve gained
Remembering those before us and the sacrifices they made
The pealing sound of laughter, children playing in the park
Trying to take this moment, make it their own and leave their mark
The children will soon be grown, they’ll take over when we’re gone
But they too will leave this world behind, for the next generation to embark upon
Well I woke this morning with my ears still ringing.
Last night a good friend of mine turned 40. To celebrate, she decided to get all her old friends from her party days together to re-live the old days once again.
To her delight, everyone showed. All were more than up for rockin’ out to Guns n Roses, ACDC, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and oh so many more.
Watching the evening progress was a blast. It went from everyone discussing how their lives – both professional and personal, had moved on over the past 10 years, and quickly progressed to everyone drunk, disorderly and vigorously head banging. They’ll never change (thank God!).
Believe me, there are going to be people waking up this morning in traction!
So you’re wondering how I’ve managed to stay quite so coherent – well, unfortunately (or perhaps quite fortunately) you’re looking at the designated driver.