"Time" by Jim Long

A drop of time is all we have to spend,

Yet there are a lot of things that we must tend.

A time, a place, a thought is all we have to remember,

And yet in our live we are left with December.

The fire has dulled from the time of our youth,

And that sparkle that was once in our eye is now aloof.

Don’t look back with a complete disdain,

We did the best we could do and we now obtain,

The things that were once far and away,

Are now ours to have all night and day.

We look back with a sorrow in our hearts and minds,

We completely forget of our once true finds.

Forget tomorrow and the past,

And then we have serenity at last.

The bucket may be near half empty or full,

This moment of time is our only tool.

Use it wisely and life is happy and complete,

Use it badly and we are left in defeat.

Copyright 2009 Jim Long

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