Time Poem by Waldemar Ens

For most
it seems an ever-growing box to fill with
randomness
whatever comes along
a visit here
an affair there
a trip maybe
marriage family friends
jobs or career
a pastiche of things that happen
to them
dreams are for later

For some
it seems to keep shrinking
and it gets filled
frantically
a last dream trip
make relationships count
leave something lasting behind
quit the mundane and fulfill a dream
help people

For all
it is finite
definite
just don’t know how big
every day an opportunity
to fill with meaning
with something lasting
to appreciate a moment
a kiss
a sound
a snowflake
a gift
to try to love
everyone
always