Years slip by

Like sand through glass

From up-close

Through the lens

Of the now

Years ahead feel

Like stretched units of time

Far away

Unreachable

As you glimpse

Through yesterdays

And past eras

Years become simple dots

Inhales

Exhales

Single events in your existence

Time is a silent master

Dictating our lives

Flowing effortlessly

It takes away the present

Leaving us aching

When today already becomes

A memory

Remember

That time doesn’t rob

But merely reflects

The heavyweight

Of should haves

The expensive mortgage

Of deferred dreams

In the grief

Of unfulfilled ambitions

In the requiem

Of what should have been

Seek healing

In the worship of time

The wisest of all teachers

Time is not a thief

But a loyal lover

Each second

A gift

Time is a giver

Of moments

In lieu of flowers

Dance in its soft embrace

Let its flow carry you away

Effortlessly

Like sand through glass

In the gift of time

We build and lose

We grieve and grow

Let the past

Live frozen in your mind

In all its beauty

All its ugliness

And let its final whispers

Wander away

Without a care