Do it for me now

In the lobby
In the Biology laboratory
In the LT

Black and/or yellow
White or a suit  

At the stage
At the parking lot
At midnight

Come as you are

It will end.
It will all end.
Sometimes in a glorious explosion.
Others without even a notice.
It will happen when you’re looking the other way.
Or when you are staring right at it
clenching the final fibers in your hands.

And when it ends poorly-
sorrow.
And when it ends…

(dallasclayton)

Have you ever watched kids 
On a merry-go-round? 
Or listened to the rain 
Slapping on the ground? 
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight? 
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? 
You’d better slow down. 
Don’t dance so fast. 
Time is short. 
The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day 
On the fly? 
When you ask “How are you?” 
Do you hear the reply? 
When the day is done 
Do you lie in your bed 
With the next hundred chores 
Running through your head? 
You’d better slow down 
Don’t dance so fast. 
Time is short. 
The music won’t last.

Ever told your child, 
We’ll do it tomorrow? 
And in your haste, 
Not see his sorrow? 
Ever lost touch, 
Let a good friendship die 
Cause you never had time 
To call and say “Hi”? 
You’d better slow down. 
Don’t dance so fast. 
Time is short. 
The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere 
You miss half the fun of getting there. 
When you worry and hurry through your day, 
It is like an unopened gift…. 
Thrown away. 
Life is not a race. 
Do take it slower 
Hear the music 
Before the song is over.

(David Weatherford)

I like the way they looked down from the sky
And didn’t seem to mind the way I cried.

And didn’t say, “Now wipe away those tears,”
Or, “Tell us, tell us what’s the matter here!”

But shining through the dark they calmly stayed,
And gently held me in their quiet way.

I felt them watching over me, each one—
And let me cry and cry till I was done.

(Deborah Chandra)