It sifted through hands –
Broken, shattered, fragmented –
Pricelessness exchanged for triviality.
Reality became urgent, in urgency,
Attention forgot priority.
Multiplied seconds grew
Into a lifetime.
As they passed, awareness came.
It could not be returned.
Once wasted – disappeared.
With age came knowledge,
But knowing did not compensate the waste.
It was violated by mundane choices,
Betrayed by unclear precedence.
Constant partial attention
Allowed humanity to become shadows:
What they could be was blocked by
Their decisions, and slowly
Time took everything from them.
Cracks across my face:
Like a bone
Covered with lace,
My skin comes undone.
Rivers of time:
I’ve never been so lost.
In the current of age’s rhyme
I wonder what my wasted time cost.
The wrinkles of life cover my fingers:
Like bark on an old oak tree.
I am grateful for time, for its memories,
Because in death, it has set me free.
Like fireworks in the night,
Our time was right.
It lasted like a spark
And ran out leaving only dark.
See, the sky is empty now
And I wish that somehow
We could bring it back again.
But it’d only be vain
Because like fireworks in the night
Our time was right
And lasted like a spark
Leaving only dark.
Weekly Tip: Sometimes time flies and just seems to run out. My father once told me, “Do what you have to do, before you do what you want to do.” Make time for what you have to do and you’ll find some extra minutes to do what you want.