My Life In Counted Days Poem by Noen Muti

Beneath the sun's warm embrace,
I live each day with grace,
Aware that time is fleeting,
My life a tale of meeting.

Infinite moments pass,
A fleeting dance that never lasts,
I cherish every breath,
For life is but a fleeting guest.

The sands of time, they run,
A reminder that I am undone,
But in this fleeting life I find,
A beauty that's truly kind.

So here I am, a mere mortal,
Living life in counted days,
But in these moments, I am whole,
For in the end, we all grow old.