Time

A dying man laying in a hospital bed regrets things His fingers are so skinny they won’t hold his rings He spent many Sunday mornings alone in a pew And now he’s surrounded by only a loyal few The past is bittersweet as it runs through his mind He thinks of all the times he was mean instead of kind He travelled the world and accumulated wealth But all of that, in this moment, doesn’t change his health He hears the ticking of the clock on the wall And knows that time is the most valuable thing of all He’s run out of it and he wishes things weren’t this way He remembers giving himself to work, day after day He lies awake and thinks of what really mattered And all the promises he made that were shattered All the potential he spent on acquiring more When giving yourself to others is what life is for He is lost and alone in this moment that means so much He will drift away not knowing all the lives he could touch A lesson learned too late, a price he has to pay Time was the real currency, he wishes he had given his away ~JR 5/24/19