Uploaded on March 14, 2012
There isn’t time, there isn’t time
To do the things I want to do,
With all the mountain-tops to climb,
And all the woods to wander through,
And all the seas to sail upon,
And everywhere there is to go,
And all the people, every one
Who lives upon the earth, to know.
There’s only time, there’s only time
To know a few, and do a few,
And then sit down and make a rhyme
About the rest I want to do.
—Eleanor Farjeon
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
03.14.2024: Today was one of those days in which I chose, over and over, to do the things that will matter in the long run, and that feels good.