Time, is it something we are given or something we keep?
We can not hold it,
We can not prolong it no matter how hard we try.
So many have tried and failed.
Kings in the belief they were gods,
Destined to live forever,
Believing they were divinely chosen,
But to no avail life slipped away from them.
The sands of time drizzled from between their gold adorned fingers,
Leaving their hearts empty and their hands cold,
This is as it always has been and always will be.
Our science can only sustain the life left in us,
When we are called to pass no method of man can save us.
Should we not then cherish the hours we spend in this world,
Accepting them as a gift to be received gratefully?
Nothing on this earth is forever.
We cannot keep time,
It was not given to us to be kept.
It was given instead to be enjoyed,
Lived to the fullest in harmony with our fellow transients.
Who like us will run out of the gift of time, some day, some hour,
Only to join our ancestors in eternity.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~