Hand of Time

Sailing through the passage of time,
Through storms and healing and lessons sublime.
Subdued are the majority in jobs they hate,
Praying for the weekend and a change of fate.

Arguments and drama weigh in relapsed,
Moments to be cherished vanish and pass.
Children grow quickly and ascend and flee,
Whispers on the wind, we fail to foresee.

The years flow like water,
Cup after cup spilled over.
Fluent in rhythm and rocky terrain,
Overflow with light, insight, dark clouds and rain.

Each and every path in theory is the same,
Time travels and unravels quicker on every plain.
We forget to pay attention to all the wonders, brightness, dark times in fullness.

We focus too much on vice and sleep,
Whining over the lesser things, we weep.
Instead we need to embrace and face each day as a gift,
We need to tie up loose ends and dispose of those in rift.

We cannot see tomorrow,
We follow on in blind.
We could be bowled over in joy or sorrow,
We never know how much time!

We need to find the joy,
We need to fulfil our dreams,
We need to embrace what we have,
Live your life to the full by whatever means.

Time is forever ticking,
Your life will not always be,
Forget the bad and focus on what’s good and learn,
And what will be will be!