Time in Time
One of Ben Paiz's greatest joys was in writing poetry. The following poem was published in The National Library Of Poetry and leaves a fine impression of his life.
Time In Time
Who can tell when time began, or its destiny to end;
It’s said there’s a power that knows, and he’s our greatest
Friend.
Like the ocean wave that begins its flow:
Who knows where it began, and what end it will go.
To measure time great men have tried, their efforts were in
Vain:
For he who captures time in time, is certain for great fame.
Our time is measured in segments of life, where humans come
And go,
The time of birth to death, is a measure that we know.
Time is not certain for us all, for some comes an early fall:
For others the seasons may extend, but eventually their time
Will
Also end.
Whichever way we use our time, by the second, hour, day or
Year,
Use it carefully, spread it well, and leave a legacy fine and
Clear.
Benjamin Franklin Paiz
Time In Time
Who can tell when time began, or its destiny to end;
It’s said there’s a power that knows, and he’s our greatest
Friend.
Like the ocean wave that begins its flow:
Who knows where it began, and what end it will go.
To measure time great men have tried, their efforts were in
Vain:
For he who captures time in time, is certain for great fame.
Our time is measured in segments of life, where humans come
And go,
The time of birth to death, is a measure that we know.
Time is not certain for us all, for some comes an early fall:
For others the seasons may extend, but eventually their time
Will
Also end.
Whichever way we use our time, by the second, hour, day or
Year,
Use it carefully, spread it well, and leave a legacy fine and
Clear.
Benjamin Franklin Paiz