Time’s Whimsy

Time’s Whimsy

Moments

Slip like sand,Across your fingers,To squander them’s a dire blunder—Endless.

Fleeting,

Yet so vast,Time’s gentle grip fades,It watches, cold and unfeeling,Fleeting.

Shadows

Stretch and yawn,As seconds crawl slow,Yet time’s cruel jest does quicken—Grim dance.

Lingering

Minutes slip by,Into memories,Gleaming in twilight’s cruel snare—Insidious.

Silent

Whispers of loss,Time’s knife cuts too deep,Murmurs of what was, now shadows—Unkind.

Cherished,

Moments with friends
Hold them close, don’t waste
For time’s cruel jest is unforgiving—Endless.

Glimpses

Of joy and pain,In fleeting embrace,Treasure the hours that matter most—True wealth.