A Matter Of Time
Life is but a matter of time and waiting,
We but the sands in the hourglass called Humanity,
Sifted and shifted, tossed and turned, ever waiting,
Thinking we rule our fates, such foolish vanity,
The Real Treasures of Life are not silver or gold.
And are passed along freely, never bartered or sold.
They are middle years seeking wisdom and truth.
The passing of time only adds to their worth.