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Four Things We Can't Recover
In life's fleeting dance, there are truths we must face,
Four things once set forth, leave no lingering trace.
The stone after the throw, in the ripples it makes,
No hand can retrieve what the water now takes.
The word after it's said, like an arrow in flight,
Pierces the silence, day turns into night.
No plea can recall it, no whisper can mend,
The echo it leaves, where it lands, it will end.
The occasion once missed, a fleeting mirage,
A chance never grasped, a door left uncharged.
No turning the clock, no second reprise,
A moment passed by, fades in memory's skies.
And time, oh, the time, the most precious of all,
Slips through our fingers, a silent, soft call.
No force can reverse it, no power can bind,
Once it has flown, only memories remind.
So cherish each action, each word that you speak,
Seize every moment, for time is unique.
For once they are gone, they're gone evermore,
These four precious things, life’s immutable law.
