Time is Thin

Time is fast and the days are at its end
The second seems an hour ago
The hours seem a days worth already
And a day seems a million weeks passed
The years leap by as fast as a rushing waterfall
And those years have soon become just a memory

The last Time we laughed
The last Time we cried
The last Time we hugged
The last Time we talked
The last Time we spent time
All has become in this little box
Of past time memories

In an instant life changes
For the good or the bad
But it depends on the person
Even in this heartbreak
Even in the shadowed mind
My heart wanders of a longing soul
That once lit my smile to its neverending glare

But just as I hold these past time memories
in a little faded box
I shall always feel that time is no respector of man
and the weight of life he holds
Time is cruel, yet precious
Truly experienced.... Time is thin!