Time and Chance
And where does the time go?
A melody plays as
it slips away,
unconscious
of the moments spent in anxious haste,
or lifeless seconds laid to rest.
It seems only a year since
it seems only yesterday since
it seems only a second ago
that I was young,
and spilt before me the possiblities of time.
Decisions made with
chances taken.
Verses of the story,
of passion's soul and body
bound in time.
Its' mine...
to hear,
amidst the strings of fading refrains of fruits untasted.
It's mine...
to sing,
against the strains of sorrow for a gift too quickly wasted.
Its' mine...
to share,
this symphony; this multitude in chorus;
an unending hymn to Life
