Perceptions and Actions

Its the end of seconds
Precious numbers withered in a quick tick
All too late to recover

Its the end of minutes
Idle thoughts and things forgotten in fruition
Let alone fade all away

Its the end of hours
Long had the moments and memories ruined
Nothing to conceive nor treasure

Its the end of days
Wasted opportunities abound for who shed confidence
Cower thine self in grief

Its ...