“There is a time for everything,” the little boy said to the old man.
For the moon to set, for the sun to rise,
For the snow to fall from cloudy skies,
For the birds to lay and eggs to hatch,
For the grain to reap and fish to catch.
“Why do you worry so much?” He asked the old man.
The old man looked at the boy thoughtfully and complained.
“You don’t understand.”
I am losing my sight,
My hair is almost silver-white,
No matter how hard I hold on tight,
My better days are on a constant flight.
“Okay, but tell me this,” the boy sat beside the old man.
Can you stop the night or keep the day?
Can you summon clouds or call the rain?
Can you pause death or keep pain at bay?
If the answer is no, then you worry in vain.
“You don’t understand”. The old man sighed.
Don’t I? The boy replied with a smile.
When the time is right, we all must comply—
The sun, the moon, the desert, and the sky.
Worry won’t alter the divine clock’s pace,
Nor slow it down, nor set it to a race.
Let time flow freely, follow its line,
Make every moment count, and let each day shine.
Make friends with the world and with yourself,
For love and peace are life’s greatest wealth.
Seek wisdom and love through your fleeting days,
Let the hair grow silver and skin show time’s array.
But guard your heart, keep faith at your core—
For time will pass, but your soul endures more.
The Oldman was astonished with the words. So he lifted his head, asking, “Who are you, boy?
The old man stood, staring into empty space,
The little boy was gone, no trace of his face.
He slowly looked up with his fading eyes,
A star twinkled in the darkening skies.