those things that we thought were so important
There would be time.
Time to remember.
Maybe for the first time in a long time,
or maybe just a little more fervently.
Precious, valuable, fleeting,
Time with those we love is never wasted,
so why do we wait until we are forced
Well no I couldn’t think of one thing
I would rather waste my time on than sitting here with you
And at the risk of wearing out my welcome
At the risk of self-discovery
I’ll take every moment
And every minute that you’ll give me
And I wish all the people I love the most
Could gather in one place
And know each other and love each other well
And I wish we could all go camping
And lay beneath the stars
And have nothing to do and stories to tell
We’d sit around the campfire
And we’d make each other laugh remembering when.
“There is an occasion for everything, and a time for every activity under heaven: a time to give birth and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to tear down and a time to build; a time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance…” Ecclesiastes 3:1-4