"White Time passes all so quickly, Moments melting into years. It's true, time waits for no one, And the end is always near. We live a life so tenuous, So easily it's gone. And no matter what we each endure, Time keeps marching on. We take refuge in the moment, And we cling to every day. We pretend it's all forever, Just to keep the end at bay. We hearken back to childhood, When the world was filled with treasures, And our lives and what the future held Was beyond what we could measure. When our family was our everything, There was still no place like home. And with our best friends by our sides, We came into our own. And though we took our private paths, We all have kept in mind That in life our greatest struggle Is our battle against time. Will we get to know what true love is? Will we have the things we need? Will we conquer all our greatest fears? Will we fail or will we succeed? And then as we grow older, And the future shrinks away, Our lives become more memories And less about today. We share our wisdom and our hope With the children in our lives, And say good-bye to those we loved, Who once stood by our side. But there's a peace in growing old, As time becomes more dear. And who we are and why we're here Becomes so crystal clear. And we see time is not the enemy, But how that time was lived. And if we took all that we could, Or gave all that we could give. For in our final hours, As our time begins to wane. The goodness that our soul's bestowed, Is all that shall remain. - Patricia A Fleming ©Manish Yadav "