he hands of Time seem at rest,
but with a simple, steady beat they move
toward an eternity unknown
to the world.
Between each tick and tock,
a voice knocks inside.
“I am not eternal,” it says.
“To all things there is an end.”
Without a second glance,
the most minute moments go unnoticed, taken for granted.
Too often life’s travelers, unaware that the hour of fate is now,
and years to slip past in a blur
of what was or what might have been.
The past, the present, and the future
are fleeting, so use them well.
And ever live your life
to seize the day.
In the end,
it’s a choice we make
for our own journey’s way:
to love, to laugh, to remember, to reach out
We never live in the same second twice.
So make a change, make a stand
while you can. There is no time