When you stop to consider
The days spent dreaming of a future
And say then, that was my life.
For the days are long
From the first milk van
To the last shout in the night,
An eternity. But the weeks go by
Like birds; and the years, the years
Fly past anti-clockwise
Like clock hands in a bar mirror
The concept of time is always an interesting one to consider; particularly as the year enters its final month and we perhaps contemplate what has gone before. It seems in our lives today it is very difficult to appreciate the moment we are in. However, perhaps in therapy there is the opportunity to do just this; the ability to find one’s own voice in the room at a given moment.