78. March 19th
Impatient: not wanting delay,
Frightened of waiting, but why?
Rushing blindly on, but why?
Never stopping to think and ponder.
Busyness is all around us,
Time is precious and cannot be spared,
Time is expensive and should not be wasted,
Time cannot be created or destroyed.
We are allotted our own amount,
In which we have to live,
We get no more or less,
On this finite earth.
But after death what comes then.
After this earth what is next?
Do we retire to rot in a grave,
Or is it just the start of the next adventure?