So quickly the days go by

So quickly the days go by
So swiftly the seasons fly
From June to July
From summer to autumn
And autumn to winter

A splinter in time
No thicker than a dime
Yet more costly still
We are caught in its thrill
We are lost in its will

Yet will we remember
When it has past
How it was spent
Will we with joy
Recall
Those early days
Of Fall

Or will hurry
To fill another glass
That we may not ponder
Alas, we think
Upon that which we did
Too hastily drink

It cannot be undrunk
Its poison hath already
Begun its work
Slowly the years
Turn to months
To days and hours

Brief moments at best
So shall they be spent
In one spontaneous event
Or will we slowly savor
Each sip
For all it may hold

Till the days grow old
And the light grows dimmer
Will we remember
In those remaining hours
How we spent our days

Was it invested
In worldly recognition
And praise
Or was it founded
On something
Beyond this world
Beyond the pages of this book

When its story is complete
Will we find we are but
One of many
Lost in a repository
Of reminiscent
Origin

To at last discover
What lies beyond its cover
The author of each work
Each line of literature
Written by his hand

Which crafted so beautifully
Each work of art
And adorned it with
An emblem
Of his heart

Here lie the most
Cherished of all
His works
That are seated
In His Great Hall

-Joshua Lee Foist