Our Time

The second-hand ticks relentless
The Sun traverses the sky
Seasons are alive yet senseless
To the stoplight we’ll race
As if seconds, not years matter
A moment’s win we’ll embrace
But then lose to all time
What purpose that drove us
In a moment of our mind
And time always wins
As it spreads out across space
Washing away minor sins
While it ripples forward
Goodwill, a smile, a teaching moment
As if we are driving toward
Something of greatest import
Of something that matters more
Than how in a moment we deport
Ourselves, and no minor win’s mattered
When the ripples of time do
Splash back on us, bundled and gathered
As we face the measure of our time
That define collective moments
And sweetly… hopefully they’ll finally rhyme