Between my birth and death there is a line

That line, that dash, in one word, is: time

The clock ticks, shedding seconds off the line

My alarm clock beeps, counting down until death

Time, it is the wall that stands strong,

The sun that shines bright,

The rose that blooms,

The lock with a lost key

Then, in an instant, the wall is burnt down,

The day turns to night,

The spring becomes winter,

And the key is found

There’s no turning back when Death approaches

And time, where were you hiding?

The clock continues to tick, the second hand faithfully moving

My life—that dash—how was it spent?

Time is all I have

Then my tombstone reads:

Birth – Death

That dash is all I have