"Time" by Abi Zajac

What are we worth?

All we leave on this earth are temporary

Martial things

Memories

Legacies

All that will eventually be gone and forgotten

Is there anything we can leave that will stand the rest of time?

Our laughter fades

bones turn to dust

Souls leave the body

And precious metals rust

If we are erased with time what’s the purpose of living?

The smiles

The pretty things

The people you meet

All wonderful and fleeting

The ends justify the means

Then what does that mean the end is for us?