My first attempt for dVerse at Rubaiyat which is a form of poetry.
Titled: Time; Your Gift
Our sashaying through viability
Little thought of essence, humility
Yet, pride leads the way to an illusion
Self-fulfilling to disability.
Near the end, its all about confusion
Wrought from competence to our delusion.
We cry out with great regret — life, time, gone!
Truth = what IS! God always the solution!