The Essence Of Time' Poem by Linda Winchell

Time fades so quickly
so much faster then you might think.
For some it seems to go so slowly
but yet every day is gone within a blink.

Treasure what you have of them
for they are all that one may have.
They form those days of gleefulness
their tommorows remove those days of sad.

Time is but of an essence
of the memories in which we bore.
For the winds of time coming erase
all those memories which we've formed.