Span Of Years
Age is just a number,
a countdown of life.
The time of wide-eyed wonder,
to that of conflict and strife.
It is a span of years,
that we think we own.
It is not as it appears,
time is not given, it's a loan.
Striving to live for today,
but still seeking tomorrow.
It is with hope, we pray,
that we find joy, not sorrow.
The young, wish to be older,
hoping time will fly.
Efforts become bolder,
as childhood passes by.
Youth, wasted on the young,
for they are unaware.
Like a bell left unrung,
with no music to share.
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2025
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