What happens to our time once it’s past?
Weeks melt into years
Success and tragedy,
Lunch and dinner,
All eaten up by time
Until Sunday night comes and silently crying
You wonder where it all went
And you are lucky to take another breath
He was lucky to succeed, only out of university by five years
And already managing his own branch.
Flying in and out of Europe,
Nights in New York.
She always had shiny hair
And all the money she wanted.
Her baby was born healthy,
he held her hand as they left the hospital.
But he drank
And she was selfish.
He died one night in the rain
When his car crashed into a tree.
She was shocked for a while,
But life goes on.
She married again,
And had another child.
This one was not so well.
Her black hair turned grey
And life sped away.
Never to know the secrets of the universe,
Never to stand above all,
But watch the sunset and the pink evening sky
And take pleasure in the small things.
Broken and beaten at last
The old man sits in his home
Thinking about the things that had past.
Red sky at night,
The blueness of the Pacific Ocean,
The softness of his first love.
The memories flashed into him like electric shocks,
His son, drunk, crashed his car into a tree
And he was lost fifty years ago.
His daughter in law
Only interested in clothes and cars
And meeting strange men in bars.
Their daughter had grown up
To be a surprisingly good woman.
Responsible and happy.
It was a pleasure that she was nothing like her parents.
The man smiled and closed his eyes,
The heater was warm and helped him dream of times gone.
The time he bought a boat and sailed around the Islands,
The time he cut a fingertip off while building his house.
Regretting nothing, but knowing he never beat the world.
The world had the better of him.
No one came to see him for his birthday,
But listening to the rain on the road outside,
He heard a train pulling on the slight incline,
And wondered what the news would bring on world affairs