Time to go
Time to stay
Time is always, getting away
Time is like water, it slips through your fingers
Yet you can contain it briefly, like a memory
Time is precious and yet can be the enemy
It rushes, when you wish for it to wait
And waits, when you want it to hurry up
If you wish for time to last forever, then it becomes invaluable
So if you must wish, wish for this
To value every tick and every tock of the hands upon the clock….
A poem for my friend, whose time was cut short, far too short.
RIP my dear friend…