Time can be a gentle thief; you barely feel his passage,
As he trails his finger across your cheek to write the story of your journey
And offer wisdom as his message.
No science can remove his stamp, nor can your travels be erased.
He marches forward with resolve and writes the truth upon your face
And steals away your youthful grace.
Don't leave your destiny to providence; take it firmly in your hands
And mould it with honour and strength, to brave the whims of fate,
And so the test of time withstands.
Fill your days with generosity, make your smile a gift
And time will be a steadfast friend and make your hours of sadness swift
And bring you peaceful resolution and in all ways will uplift.
Live each experience with joy and passion; make every moment count.
Don't spend them on contrition or regret.
Remember, there is little that love cannot surmount
And though the universe is timeless and your place in it so small,
He does not forget you; he awaits us all
And steals away our days, quietly discreet
Then comes to write that final line upon the balance sheet.
