The Gift Of Time Poem by Rhuta Joshi

The start of a journey
Look and behold
The groom and the bride
Laden with gold
Beautifully dressed
And largely blessed
Promising a new life
Till they age old
But may you remember
These words I rhyme
Your most precious asset
Is the gift of time

There'll be paths to walk
And horizons to see
Heights to scale
And models to be
Make it all grand
But holding hand in hand
Together as we
Not as you or me

So may you remember
These words I rhyme
Your most precious asset
Is the gift of time

Days of work
And nights of snores
Lots of tasks
With deadlines galore
But lunch or dinner
Have it together
To talk to each other
Do spend some more
May you always remember
These words I rhyme
Your most precious asset
Is the gift of time

Twists or turns
High or low
Walk the bridge
That connects you both
No penny can buy
Your selfless joy
If you both are one
No matter where you go
May you never forget
These words I rhyme
Your most precious asset
Is the gift of time