Time Is Precious

His gaze upon the distant dawn,

A tapestry of worries sewn.

Of futures planned, of paths unseen,

A fretful heart, a troubled mien.

He built his castles in the sand,

Of triumphs earned, a helping hand.

But tides of fate, they shift and churn,

His tomorrows, yet unborn.

The setting sun, a fiery eye,

Cast long shadows as day did die.

A sudden hush, a breath held tight,

The darkness claimed him in the night.

No rising sun to greet his face,

No grand design, no destined place.

A whispered truth, a lesson stark,

Life's fleeting flame may leave its mark,

But not in futures yet to be,

The present holds the key, you see.

So let your heart find solace there,

For time is precious, a gift to share.