My time is precious, yet I waste it,
I dwell too much on what can not be changed,
But still, I sit and think
While the hands of time move forward in a blink.
Years that seem like minutes
In but a twinkle of an eye.
Enjoy every moment
As the time goes gently by.
Time is no friend.
Never stopping, never caring.
Because there is no amount
of time it takes to heal. Only doubt.
No matter if you live with care,
there is little time to stand and stare.
As weeks and months bleed into one.
Live as though life has just begun.
Embrace the years as they come to you
As if in each one, there lies within a hidden gift.
And you will see that in your puzzle of life
That one piece placed thought not to fit.
The fear of loosing what’s not gone just yet.
There is no time, just fear and regret.
Of life lost not forever, like leaves that are cast,
Running from the present, through future and the past.
As one raises the question and asks,
For we are simply on borrowed time of the past.
What happens to the living when they die?
Death is not understood by death. Nor you, nor I.