Two nights past, my wife and I sat side by side in bed filling our respective 'pill boxes' when she spoke, "Boy, doesn't this little exercise mark time and how how quickly the weeks go by?" I thought of Poem I penned several years ago...
Time Has Its Own Way
The young man hurries to dispose each hassle,
His focus determined to build that castle.
A wife nearby holding his hand,
Together they'd conquer; United they'd stand.
The birth of children stapled their dreams,
But 'time' like a thief demands its schemes.
Many years roll by each child leaves the nest,
The old couple wonders, did we do our best?
The circle complete as grandchildren arrive,
Suddenly the old folks renewed and alive.
Little ones would come for enjoyable stays,
Again, it was 'time' that would steal them away.
Stay busy old man in this twilight time,
Your life has ripened like vintage wine.
Pause for a moment and embrace your wife,
For it is 'time', only 'time' that survives this life.
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