• Time is a mystery.
    We do not quite understand,
    Why the past must be history,
    Or why the future is not yet at hand.

    The present is a gift,
    Not a privilege at all.
    Like a curse we cannot lift,
    It causes all of us to fall.

    Some live a long time,
    While others’ lives are cut short.
    They might have done a crime,
    Or done something foolish for sport.

    The threads of time, we cannot understand.
    Like breaking waves
    Upon grains of sand,
    They come and go out with the lives their existence destroys and saves.

    Time will remain a mystery,
    We can’t always understand.
    The past must always be history,
    Like the waves that break upon the sand.