The Measure of Life


Split seconds tick totals in hours,

As fractions of minutes to hand,

Each moment, though fast losing power,

Yields memíries countless as sand.


Slow down the rush of the day,

Survey the fast fading scene,

Make love the virtue we play,

Tread paths where no man has been.


Are years what measure our lives -

Or hours what balance the day?

Embrace a soul as it strives,

Repel the lies others say.


Itís smiles not seconds that sway,

With deeds that outdo the dawn,

Count friend or foe in this way,

Then life, fair measure, is born.


©Philip Holden


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