Friday, May 2, 2014

Times, Byes, and Lights in Your Eyes

Time passing slow, 
time speeding past
It's funny how no single moment 
ever seems to last 
The sweetest slip by fast
Even the slowest skip right on past

We wake and begin 
counting down to our final breath, 
from the first moment, 
less time is all we have left
Though through the years we gain
as we grow and share with others 
human joy and pain,
Bask in the sun, dance in the rain
the fact remains 
that from birth to death, 
less time is all we really have left

Hour hand signing a late night rhyming
 with time ticking, and my ticker timing
"What is life without time?"
Is the thought filling my mind 
Electrons bouncing from ear to ear, 
side to side, time slipping by
These forces we can't describe
Gravity pullin' our hearts open wide
Time rollin' on from our start 
Takin' us to the other side as we depart
Without time, could we live and never die?
Without time, could we ever feel alive? 

1 comment:

  1. Great poem! You're right about the benefit of knowing we only have less time. How else could we cherish living?