No time

This thought started when my soon-to-be-a-mom daughter sent me this article to read.  I think you'll enjoy it if you go to http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/05/22/AR2007052201554.html.  It's a Stay At Home Moms site, but it applies to teaching too.  I feel this way during the school year.  And when summer comes around and I can get so many things done and have some extra time, I think, "Hey, what's so hard about this?  There's plenty of time to get to the bank right after school.  Why don't I feel like I have enough time during the school year?  I'll be better at it this year.  I'll come home, put in a wash, change the sheets, make supper, watch a tv show...there should be time."  But there never is.

 

There's

No time

Like the present

There is no other time

As those two hands

Push us forward

Never mind

That our heels

Are dug

Into the ground

Trying to

Slow us down

The only time

We have is now

And when we fill it up

It cannot overflow

Into the future

Nor spill back

Into the past

It can only

Get bottled up

And make us bulge

And perhaps explode

When we try

To put in more

Than it will hold

And so with

Jobs and chores

And kids and sleep

The time is filled

Up to its brim

Unless we keep

A bit of room

Before the rim

The bit of foam

At the top

Time to spend

On ourselves

But in the end

It fizzles out

And we go about

Getting a fresh cup

To start a new day

Maybe the cup

Will be bigger

Maybe it will

Hold more

Maybe it will

Fill more 

S-l-o-w-l-y

But I think

The cups

Are getting

     Smaller 

And the 

Fill is

Getting

   Faster