DCXLII

Time

Time itself…is passing,
the days…once drifting by,
now seem to race…outpace me,
as I merely watch them fly-
For the autumn of my days,
is but…mere moments…away,
soon…to but be over,
mere dust within the grave-
It is said: 'Time waits for no man,'
I know this, to be true,
as I watch thy children grow,
and then…their children too-
I know my time is finite,
and now…is nearly gone,
so such…I cannot spare,
Second-guessing…what went wrong-
For in the time we had…together,
I had hoped…for many things,
but chief of all…was not to be,
so only memories remain-
Of a time…that is no more,
of loves I lost…never having gained,
My time on earth…no more.