Time Of Your Life Poem by Laura Ellen Eaves Ballard

The years creep up on each of us, guietly and unseen
before we know what’s happening, we’re no longer child nor teen.
We learn, we grow,
We make mistakes.
We seek what we must find.
A path is made, we follow it, by destiny or design.

Our clock of life is ticking, steadily and quick.
We are not even aware of when our halfway mark is hit.
We move so fast.
We work so hard.
We never ‘have the time’.
A look into the mirror and we find we’re past our prime.

And the sand sifts through our hourglass, silently and fast.
We now know what is happening, but we can not change our past.
We wish we’d said,
We wish we’d done,
We wish we could once more.
Blow out the candles on the cake. Now forget what’s gone before.

Every hour of every day, so precious and finite.
Each one’s an opportunity, each dawn’s a new delight.
So, laugh out loud,
Set new goals,
Make every minute count.
Cherish all the little things, cause they’re what life’s about.

When years have flown, time has passed, and the sand is almost out.
When the final hour approaches, then there will be no doubt
We’ve lived good years
We’ve shed true tears
We’ve loved, we’ve cried, we’ve laughed.
And ‘lived life to the fullest” will be our epitaph.