Short and sweet, yet long and beat
Incandescent yet evanescent
This my friends, is THE paradox
that has wise ones grappling with their locks
Every night, we sit and yawn
at what may be, the price of dawn.
We think only, of our lives finite
but reconsider, is it right?
Time gleefully passes
as the benefits we reap,
But remember this, O friend!
The greedy will always weep.
The abundant infinity
may one bemuse,
Yet the infinitesimal time we have
won't ever cease to amuse.
Better live NOT knowing
which moment be your last.
ALIVE to the infinite mystery of it all,
you might enjoy LIFE at last!