When Time Runs Out
Like a game of chess, each move we make,
Shifts the sands of time, for choices’ sake.
The board is vast, the players few,
Yet every piece has a role to pursue.
The hourglass turns, the grains cascade,
Moments fleeting, decisions laid.
A storm may brew, skies might cry,
But time marches on, as we ask why.
So play your game with heart and grace,
For when time runs out, it’s not the race.
It’s how you moved, the lives you touched,
The legacy left, that matters much.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
As so goes the Days of our Lives and all that it encompasses. Good job.
So much truth and reality in so few lines. Very nice Marie.