Time Poem by Devon McElveen

We live in our present,
Though we miss our past
And await our future.

I see myself now,
My grandfather before,
And my sons and daughters after.

I fear that I will ask myself
Too many questions near death;
Yet, I find myself wondering
Of my time here on earth.

I say I have seen my offspring,
But I do not see their faces.
Only the blood that courses through them
And the flesh they have borrowed from me.

I will leave this earth
Sooner than anticipated.
But time will carry on
With or without my presence.

Time is like the ocean,
It seems to never end,
However, we will always
Find a way to reach the bottom.