Time flies like an arrow to its mark,
and our quiver holds one hand full.
Its like yesterday we disembarked,
didn’t think it would speed up at all.
Time seemed still for a while, still does,
till pictures bring betrayals, details,
blessings, the memories God gives us,
us – one unit made up of ourselves.
Time improves the wine’s distinct bouquet,
blooms the flower, and shines the day.
My Rose blossoms nicely in the ray;
my Rosé tastes smoother than yesterday.
Time and eternity will praise Him
from whom our blessings all derive,
The fire burns with His inspiration
and kindles a heat upon which we thrive.
