Time is measured birth to grave,
Equalizes king and slave,
Brings mighty mountains to their knees,
Turns tiny raindrops into seas.
Despised by youth who do not care
That time will gray their skin and hair.
Desired by old, and dying sick
Who mourn the burning of their wick.
Want it, waste it, while away.
Spend it, save it, seize the day.
The sands slip through the hourglass
Without a care for what might pass.
Mighty men return to dust,
And sharpest sword is dull with rust.
The hate, the wars, the passions borne,
Of history are pages worn.
Erased by time, all earthly gains.
Eternal, only, what remains.
So choose the best, let others part.
Love outlasts the mortal heart.
Want it, waste it, while away.
Spend it, save it, seize the day.
We may win, and we may lose.
Time doesn't care for what we choose.
About the Creator
John Markham
I’m an amateur at writing. I began writing fiction/fantasy as well as poetry as a teenager.
My current stories are about a wizard from Earth named Draco Moonbeam on a clandestine mission in the White Kingdom on the planet Gaia.
Keep reading
More stories from John Markham and writers in Poets and other communities.
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley5 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.