A Glimpse at Life

When Time, the teller of stories,
Does choose to age the man.
A life remembered remains among,
Those writ as “greater than.”
More than the wealth of modern day,
Of jewels, diamonds, and gold.
Not value in things material,
But in a story told.

“Remember me,” the Father says,
“For things that I have done.
For how I act, for how I love,
And the battles I have won.
Do not forget my jealousy,
Weakness from which I run.
Take from this and prevail to be,
Better than me my Son.”

Alongside this and evident,
Within message above,
Holds high itself beyond riches,
That phenomena called “Love.”

A man can spend his lifetime with,
Pursuit of such a dream.
That gift that’s found in all the books,
And movies he has seen.

And yet despite the time he’d spent,
The feelings he had grown,
The countless happy memories,
And affection he had shown,
This man can end his life unloved,
Heart battered, and alone,
And look back at the whole of it,
And cry; How time had flown.

But if the man was lucky to,
Receive “Love” in return.
He would no longer need to dream,
No longer need to yearn.

Time that would eventually,
Come to an end and pass,
Could never harm his blessed love,
‘Cause Time “Love” can outlast.

But Time will choose to take the man,
And set him to his bed.
His body will have reached its end,
Put thoughts into his head.

Before last breath he’d grab a pen,
Aged the man has become.
“Remember me ‘cause I love you,”
He’d write to his “The One.”

- Signed
The Man