Where did it all go, the moments, the hours, the days, the weeks,
the months and the years?
Times that we all knew; but thought would never end, but end it has!
Now we stand here, shaking our head in tears as we peer into the mirror that
never lies. Did we waste those days and nights in trivial pursuit or did
we plan before and for now at hand?
Wise men say that time is of the essence and every minute counts;
for time cannot be begged, bought, borrowed or stolen!
Is all lost?
No, not as long as there’s a moment of hope at hand!
