Time's True Measure
Time is merely
the width of our canvas,
we exist in its borders
but it does not define us
We may only live
just to see one red sunset,
or streak cross the skies
for millennia like a comet
Our hearts are our palette
and our souls are the brush,
what we paint on our canvas
can be little or much
How much we've loved,
how much we've given
within the frame of our life,
that's our portrait of living
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014
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