| IN MEMORY OF |
| TIME DOESN’T CARE Beverly Lyons Relentless time just doesn’t care, The way we spend our day, If we should choose the brighter path, Or simply shades of gray. Time parcels out to each of us, Identical amounts, And doesn’t hang around to judge, Or take into account The way we use the gift of life, This span of space we own, The days, the weeks, the months, the years Unique to us alone. Should anger fill our sleepless nights, Or worry taint the dawn So we don’t hear the meadowlark Whose melody goes on. We may not see the skiffs of clouds, In skies of azure blue, And not detect the gently smell Of clover drenched in dew. The balmy breeze upon our cheek, The red-tailed hawk in flight, Unnoticed, swallows swooping by, The crescent moon at night. The moments pass, can’t be recalled, And fleeting time moves on, Today and now is all we have, Our yesterdays are gone. The blazing sunset, coyote’s yip May catch us unaware, Don’t squander opportunities, For time just doesn’t care. |