Borrowed Time and Space

An old man who narrated happily the story of his life he once owned to the disowned children of an orphanage, told me he enjoyed sharing his borrowed time, but didn’t know he borrowed from whom, for he hadn’t seen the time keeper. An old woman who slept content on the floor in a corner of her room, giving her bed to the grandchildren, told me she loved sharing her borrowed space, but didn’t know she borrowed from whom, for she hadn’t seen the space maker. As my time approaches the terminal and I feel my space shrinking fast, I recall what the old man and woman had said. Where to find the lender of time and space, I ask a wise man who tells me to create time from happiness of sharing, make space from joy of giving, and these from the generous soul one borrows. As I live in space of grace each bonus new day to the divine maker of my soul I owe the cost of time and space I borrow, can’t ever pay my debt I know. June 11, 2019 Contest : A contest on aging Sponsor : Emile Pinet