River Of Time Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

The sands of Time keep falling in the glass,
While few feathers remain now in our caps,
The glories or the falls we did amass,
Will turn tall tales to children on our laps;

The past that once upon a time exists,
Is like the fallen bridge we left behind,
And if the memory of this persists,
We might rebuild, but of another kind;

But moments could not be the same again,
For once a river's water passes by,
To seek the sea and mix with brine then rain,
Its fate thus left to waves, its dreams may die;

.....What stops the flow of Time to run its plan?
.....If none, then plan your life the best you can.