When life begins,
we measure it in years
Slowly, time passes,
and so does life
Then we begin to feel
that a year is a very long unit
We begin to measure it in months
Life still goes on
Then a time comes when
even a month seems long
We measure life in weeks
And then life like sand in a fist,
begins to slip away
We are compelled to measure it in days
Then hours, minutes,
And then moments
The smaller we make the unit of measurement,
The faster it passes
We divide even moments into parts
And then, in a fraction of a moment,
Suddenly, it stops
All measurements, weighing,
All accounts are left untouched
We realize that
it doesn't matter what unit is measured.
What matters is the only difference
that fraction of a moment
in which movements stop,
motions stop,
The share cannot be measured
with any unit
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
