How Soon Hath Time

It's been awhile since I last updated my blog. Even though I do have a list of topics I want to eventually blog about I don't particularly feel like delving into any of them at the moment. Instead I shall (once again) leave you with a sonnet by John Milton which suits my current frame of mind. Ponder this and perhaps you may arrive at my thoughts without me having to actually write them out. (I love poetry!) Enjoy!

Sonnet 7- John Milton

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,

Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year!

My hasting days fly on with full career,

But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.

Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,

That I to manhood am arrived so near,

And inward ripeness doth much less appear,

That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.

Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,

It shall be still in strictest measure even

To that same lot, however mean or high,

Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;

All is, if I have grace to use it so,

As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.