Moving through a moment of time
is something never considered
returned to one for use again,
for it has exceeded itself,
it's spent, for time is time - gone
Time, a period of which something existed,
just for a moment, then quickly moved on to
another turn of the page creating a memory,
marvelously maintained within the aging mind
Memories created during their course of time,
built with contentment of the surroundings,
a structure in life that one has been engulfed,
brings a satisfaction of the precious time used
Watching the second hand on the timepiece
of our lives, a forward movement of the hands,
spinning ever so slowly until time is time - no more,
for we have finished every minute of our time given