Silent passes impending time,
We loose ourselves in nursery rhymes,
The daylight hours soon fade to night,
Our time on earth is lost in flight.

Each person forms a weave of life,
So interwoven they bring delight,
With some who turn the painful key,
Sometimes we're blind, but still we see.

We think unending time lives on,
We take for granted the brilliant dawn,
The nightime with it mysteries to show,
This time together moves very slow.

Yet, as we age, the flowers still bloom,
This living of life is not always doomed,
Perhaps, as age come marching along,
In latter years we still sing our song.

But blinking twice, my life was run,
Along the way some pain, some fun,
With people who blessed my silent soul,
The times I gave up full control.

Then now, they say I must pass on, you see,
What is a lifelong spirit supposed to believe?
I know  this trip that God so had given,
Belongs to only the ones still living.