May 6, 2023
This thing we call time, it is so hard to clutch.
Like the wind it’s not something we see, or we touch.
The past is behind us it can’t be undone.
The future’s before us, a race to be run.
It’s the present, that moment, not future, not past,
That’s gone in an instant, it’s moving so fast.
It cannot be stopped to examine and hold.
It’s something we measure yet cannot behold.
We’re immersed in the present, each day is brand new.
How many remain, whether many or few,
Are a gift to be cherished each day that we live,
A time to bless others with what we can give.
Make use of the present, illusive, yet true,
To reach out to others and be the best you.