Time Span Poem by Quinn Graw

Oct.21st,2020

Expiry date unknown
date of creation known.
Short time, long time
even a century long
remains like a drop of water
in the ocean of eternity.
Hardly noticed as time relentlessly moves along
into oblivion our lives ultimately belong.
Take cheer in this current stress
do not give in to the world distress.
Life is a limited precious resource
cannot be saved up but can be squandered by one.,
Mysterious with many thoughts pondered in a hurry.
Think twice, measure thrice, cut once
it is easy to be paralyzed like a dunce.
Actions is for the living
the past is the echo of dying
bringing back the dead past is for the lying.
What has happened is beyond
the need to live in the past.
Paralyze and suffocate this life
let go of yesterday
let us park in the present age
as we ponder our decisions
in attempting to make life revisions.