Recently I experienced a time when my heart would leave its home.
Alas, that time of fleeting time was just a fleeting visit and not a final roam.
“He’s too young to leave this world,” say many flitting on time’s estates.
But time is not ours to hold nor save; it never stops nor waits.
No, time is not truly ours, it comes as if on loan.
Entrusted to each and all before returning unto the Throne.
For the Giver of time gifts its beating to every heart that roams.
And to the Giver every heart will yield its beating when time wends heavenward home.
– William Alan McManus