Time
There’s so much time left.
At the start of your life,
each moment is documented.
Your first steps
are precious.
In school.
How much longer ‘til the bell rings?
Staring out the window,
sunbeams casting the room in gold,
it feels like forever.
Rain tapping the windows.
Feeling restless.
With nothing to do,
when will the sun come out?
When can you go play?
Sitting on a plane to a faraway land.
Many hours left.
Watching the ocean below you,
bored and tired.
Long summers spent
reading, playing, sleeping.
Like it never ends,
until next year.
Off to work everyday.
Staring at a computer screen,
typing non-stop,
rushing to meet deadlines.
Time passes.
The seasons come and go.
Leaves turn green, then orange, then fall off.
You meet someone special,
who paints the world in color.
Smiles are shared,
secrets unraveled together.
Until one day,
your lives are fused together at the altar.
Together, you grow old.
Summers pass in a flash.
Sunbeams paint rooms in pale yellow.
Boredom is a distant memory.
As your life passed by your eyes,
your child takes their first steps.
Perhaps your time is over,
but theirs has just started.
There’s so much time left.
