Time,

it marks us, 

changes us, 

shapes us, 

moves us, 

and it leaves us. 

Memories, 

a time we remember, 

a time we once loved, 

a time we once hated, 

a time we wish to forget, 

a time we can never forget, 

but time, 

it is rare, like precious gold, 

it sneaks away from us,

haunting us, 

worrying us

Because time is finite,

it forces us to make choices: 

what to do, 

who to be, 

who to love, 

what to see

Time, 

it escapes us, 

so we must do what we love, 

what makes us smile,

what causes our happiness, 

what makes us wake every morning

Because time, 

is never enough