What We Reap
They looked like two boys on a date.
The rest of us weren’t real to them.
Their hands were pinwheels, their feet skates
gliding through AM towards PM.
The one playing the pick-up game,
didn’t seem to be doing half bad.
“ALWAYS said, all you’ve got’s your name.”
As he quoted his dear ol’ dad.
“When you die, the rest of you rots
under a stone slab: all we reap
is some names and dates: Time, and what
you do with it. That’s all we keep.”
In response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Time