Time
Every moment is fleeting fast
The present will soon become past
God has gifted this time to man
To live and use for a short span
Our clock slowly ticking away
Minutes and seconds not to stay
What's done for God is eternal
Infinite gift in life's journal
Syllable count: 8.8.8.8
07.01.2020
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment