“To Late to Be Finished”
bye: daniel fesperman
The clouds have rolled in and the rain begins to fall,
But what I know is so miniscule and small.
I know nothing of what lies ahead,
And very little about what’s left behind.
My life is short, but it moves so fast,
Everyone fights it, but it’s soon past.
Here today, yet still gone tomorrow,
The question asked is, “when?”
When one sand is left in the hourglass,
Will I live in the present or the past?
