Time remembers one time once

Yosemite Valley in Fall

Time like a river flows to the sea,
Carving rocks like a knife through brie,
Rushing quickly, drifting slowly,
Stopping for no one, least of all me.

Time is precious, a gift to treasure,
For no one knows of life’s true measure,
So chase your dreams as one who hunts,
For Time remembers one time once.

Picture: Yosemite Valley in late summer