Time Is a Gift, like Food or Love or Death

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Time is a gift, like food or love or death,
However much one wants to live forever.
All that is, is in a single breath.
Now is ample time for each endeavor.
Knowing one will die makes time more precious
Since even music needs a proper end,
Giving each note density and purpose
In a compass one can comprehend.
Vistas have horizons, even though
Infinity still lurks beyond the stars,
Nothing that a grateful soul can know,
Given that one's gift such knowledge bars.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.

Audio and Video Music: Nu Flute. By Kevin MacLeod. Performed by
Kevin MacLeod at the Free Music Archive under an Attribution license.

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