So this was when I first started writing poems, it is extremely cheesy and a little early for the season but for some reason I was in a Christmas mood in August!!? Well, hope you enjoy, I am having fun going back to all my old poems and re-reading them again, even if just to see how I have grown in the writing field.

No Time

It’s time to go it’s time to run,
no time at all, no time for fun.
Sometimes I wish, oh can’t you see?
Sometimes I wish there was more time for me.
I dream and dream my wish could come true,
I dream and dream it’s the best I can do.
I’m always hoping this day is it,
I’m always hoping then I got hit.
I was hit with the spirit Christmas brings,
It made me realize I was flying with wings.
I could walk, I could run, I could do what I please,
unlike some other less fortunate than me.
I took so much for granted, it took my breath away,
I didn’t know I had so much, I didn’t know what to say.
Now I look back and think of my time here,
and tell myself I have nothing to fear.
I decided that life is not worth living,
if you’re not in the spirit of giving.

By, Lindsay Record
August 13, 1997