If I were to ruminate on the passing of time,
I would cripple with depression.
If I were to contemplate the dying of beauty,
I would mourn with misery.
If I were to ponder the days departed,
I would be consumed with nostalgia.
If I were to remember the transient kin,
I would writhe with grief.
If I were to recall the fading memories,
I would perish with hopelessness.
And if I were to enumerate life experiences,
I would know my end is near.