The Brevity Of Life Poem by Isaac Owusu

Look how wasteful time is to man,
Like autumn leaves, our moments fall,
We toil for peace, rest, and comfort's plan,
But at life's twilight, sicknesses creep,
And our golden years are spent in troubled sleep.

We plan for the future, with hope and desire,
But often find that pain and troubles conspire,
Our youthful vigor, lost in time's swift flight,
Leaves us with memories, and a fading light.

In the blink of an eye, we're laid to rest,
Our lives, a fleeting dream, forever lost in time's nest,
Oh, how wasteful time is, a treasure we can't hold,
A reminder to cherish each moment, before it grows old.