Stealing Time

The picture on the nightstand

Reminds me how it used to be

Before fate came calling

And silently took you from me.

Those last days were precious,

Though hard to get through.

I treasured each moment

That I spent with you

 

Stealing time…

          Hope for tomorrow.

Stealing time…

          Live for today.

In my mind I block out the sorrow.

To savor the days we have left is like

Stealing time.

 

Time is a treasure,

A measure of the love that we earn,

And memory the jewels to be found

In the lessons we learn.

But keepsakes don’t matter

When rules start to bend.

And all that’s worth keeping are

The days that we spend

 

Stealing time…

          Hope for tomorrow.

Stealing time…

          Live for today.

In my mind I block out the sorrow.

To savor the days we have left is like

Stealing time.