HOURGLASS

All of our days are numbered-

But if you knew what that number was

Would you live any different?

Would I?

I'm sure the answer from most would be yes

Whether or not it's verbalized

If what amount of time left was ever realized

Does contentment follow?

A rush of regret?

Perhaps-

There's much that still must be accomplished

A bucket list, full of ungranted wishes

Something like standing on the top of Everest

Is something like a second chance somewhere on that list?

It's on mine- If, I'm being honest that is

Some need to make amends

Some just need to make ends meet

If he's reaped plenty then so that he will sow

But- If that is so

Will he be able to let it all go?

When time is up and his Rolex stops-

And no more time can be bought

What's left to be sought?

She can't take along her accolades

And if that's the case

What is contentment when it comes the commitments she's made

Can she rest in her success?

Or- Is there much more to chase

If the days are evil-

What use has been made of the time we were given

When facing an ending not to acquire another beginning

Are we okay with what's bound to happen?

Are you?

Am I?

I'm genuinely asking-

All love, luck, and lust must be left behind

A man whose lived without the three won't experience any loss

But if I've spent all my life in pursuit of gain then in vain is all the blood that's left my veins

Every stain I've painted over

From all I've abstained

Tell me I'm wrong- Please

Easier it is to push an elephant through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to part with all he's amassed

Tell me I'm wrong-

So

As the sandy clock continues

What am I to do

With the last sands of time

Watch the grains fall?

No

Will worry add another moment?

Not at all

Every number will surely be called

But

Tomorrow will be anxious for itself

And

Yesterday will be sorry about itself

Sufficient for each day is its own trouble

Is it not?

So

Let's you and I take our eyes off of the hourglass

And live- One day at a time