Borrowed Time
Borrowed Time
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As I watched my grandmother close her eyes for the last time,
I’m reminded of something my father told me many years ago.
“We all live life on borrowed time” as he patted me on the back.
His words were confusing at the time, but his soft voice was comforting.
How can you borrow time? And from whom?
And if time was so easy to borrow, why didn’t grandma borrow more?
My little mind was perplexed.
Time passes like leaves in the wind,
And all too soon my father met the same fate as my beloved grandmother.
And though I had no son at the time to pass along such words of wisdom,
My father’s voice came clearly to mind, and I thought to myself.
We all live life on borrowed time,
What I wouldn’t give to be able to borrow just a little more.
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