Fleeting

Life is ever fleeting, blowing by

It goes as quickly as the wind

The days pass like minutes

Soon they all will meet an end

When all my days are totaled

What will their measure be?

Did invest only a few days

Or all my life in eternity?

Few are the days on earth

Blink and they are done

Each day counts forever

No undoing what's been done

When my heart finds stillness 

For what purpose was it beating?

Was it for the one thing that matters

Or was my life merely fleeting?