Time's Finish
The time that came to us before
Lurks in our past in disarray.
It is never far from quick recall
Should we opt to review someday?
The time that waits for us to expend
Who knows what number it portrays.
Our future appears as a silhouette
A shadow with no hint of lingering days.
Which leaves for each the present time
Which is all we've left to spend.
Lets take no thought of these future days
But be ready for time's flow to end.
Written for my wife Ernestine
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2006
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