Love, Life, and Time

I watch them grow and feel myself aging. Not long ago they were babies I’d hold. Love is a battle we’re always waging. They’re growing older but I just get old. Time slips away like a handful of sand, Right through the fingers to fall to the ground. Life is not something that we can command. There’s no escaping from where we are bound. Look at my children, so smart and so strong. What can I leave them to carry away? Perhaps a good sense of right and of wrong. Unending love to get them through their day. I’m not much further from where I began. I never found fortune. Maybe they can.