I sit down and realize, I won’t always be there.
Comfy all curled up, in my gray chair.
Life can be short, life can be long.
Life can be a never-ending blues song.
All people die, it’s part of the human race.
We can’t expect to always be in the same place.
This is the unstoppable force called time.
We won’t always hear the wind chimes chime.
We won’t always hear this poem rhyme.
We won’t always have a spare nickel or dime.
The days drag on, while the years fly by.
We can’t stop this cycle, no matter how hard we try.
But, we can stop ourselves and reminisce.
Stop and enjoy every warm mother’s kiss.
Imagine what is yet to come, and stop yourself from feeling glum.
Time is precious, but you will not regret it if you take this time,
To boost you in this forever long climb.
This, is the best use of time.