What was it like to get up in the morning with excitement for the day? Smell the fragrant air of spring and hear a songbird competition when cracking the windowed dawn?
What was it like to talk to the travelling other one, which led to captivating conversation, which led to being moved?
When was the last time the fluttering leaves piling up in the garden became fun, and not work? The pantry a fine collection of select ingredients to be exploited and not the need of a shopping trip?
Where was joy last seen, let alone experienced? Where did the needy last give thanks for me?
When was the important hijacked by the urgent? Why have we agreed to its absence in our To-Do lists?
What happened to devotion, to dedication and discipline?
When did we see people and think trouble, or have trouble and forget perseverance?
We frenzied folk have lost remembrance of much.
What has been found in its stead?
Finders keepers…losers, …….. (what was it?)