Life is but a Stamp in Time
Life is but a stamp in time
Daily progressing but holding back its rhyme
We travel lightly never looking inward
Until the day the past is splintered
With thoughts and regrets of time wasted
Living life to the fullest thinking it was well crafted
But time marches on relentless and sure
Leaving your footprints on the path obscured
Trudging ahead but looking behind
To the past thinking life was well defined
For life is but a stamp on time’s grand page
A fleeting glimpse, a fleeting stage
Let us cherish and live it to the fullest
Through the easiest times or even the cruelest
©Deborah Kelly
2025
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