The Ink

"THE INK" Spots left behind; a blur of once upon a time To be was just an example, and furthered humankind I to am a splatter of semi-existence; To be forgotten as time presses on WHY ? the unanswered question; That leads a sane mind astray I ask but, still no answer As slowly life fades away If time was of no importance, how would I guide this life I live But, time is the utmost importance and very little do we have to spare Fast will come death to claim us; despair soon will follow behind I don't want to die As I'm sure many another feel the same Yet, all will die; this is the inevitability that we all do share Left behind the written Memoirs of a lifetime; read with eyes tear filled And at books closing; what we all must someday feel.