Things

Every day begins and ends,
 as all days really do,
Precious seconds, minutes, hours
are there for me and you.
 No one knows how many seconds
 they may get to spend.
How many minutes left to use
or hours with a friend.
The day will come, the very last
when all the time is gone.
Will we look back at time we spent
and wonder what went wrong.
While all our time was spent so fast
achieving all our things
we never noticed what we lost.
and what the end time brings
The chance to heal a broken heart or
feed someone in need
To wipe away a tiny tear
or toss away our greed.
To take the time to truly listen
to an old man's memories
To see the beauty of the wind
the flowers and the trees
The ocean, birds, clouds, and rain
the fields and mountains too
Were all put here to be enjoyed
by someone just like you
But it is too late, the time is gone
and you have all your things
But you can't take them with you now
only memories can you bring
Slow down and look around you
this second soon will pass
Just hope you have one more left
so, you can smell the grass.