Over in a Flash

Remove a person from the world
Yet time keeps ticking by,
For those remaining live their lives
As if they’ll never die.

Our presence on the earth is fleeting,
Over in a flash.
We flounder, fret or frolic
But we ultimately crash.

Though each of us accumulates
A varied stack of days,
We may squander, use or hoard them
But we’re never granted stays.

So we really can’t control the age
When we will cease to be.
When our time is up, the wheels still turn
In perpetuity.