I look at all the years gone by their substance gulfed in time. Days are in the mix with all of their tricks the weeks and months sublime. With all of the time that I've been given I'm grateful for it all, for a new chance at life with all of it's strife even when I take a fall. You see time is so precious the millionaires would give it all for just one more drop, I'm sorry to say that time can't be paid it always has to come to a stop. So, while we're all here stay true to what's dear and when time is over for you, I pray no regret I haven't had any yet and part of me is glad to be through.
I wrote this poem thinking about what is really important in life and for me it is time, the poem tells the rest.