BORROWED DAYS FROM FATHER TIME

Before I know it, 
Another week passes by,
But in reality, it’s a whole month.

“Can you slow it down?” 
Father Time just shook his head,
With a resounding, dissenting, “No!”

He explained to me,
“It will only go faster,”
just as another year passes by.

I fill all my days, 
I try to not waste a day, 
but somehow time seems to slip by me.

I glance at my watch,
Take a second longer look,
Only realize another day’s done.

I let out a sigh,
Out of my own frustration,
Knowing another day escaped me.

I make a promise,
As God is my soul witness, 
I’ll better plan my remaining days.

Father Time questions,
Whether or not to loan me,
Another day for my next chapter.

Then reminding me,
“Today’s been promised to you,”
“Make each moment count and memorable.”

I take time to thank, 
Both Father Time and God too,
For trusting me with their offering.

I heard both saying,
With their final words to me,
Which I’ll hold on to for all my days.

“When life throws a curve,
Reality settles in,
Tomorrow is not a guarantee.”