Time- a poem by Marc Ford

Time

Is it what you have from this point forward,

Is it what you have spent on life’s giving few.

Is it what we expect to have plenty of tomorrow

or do we always run out too many too soon.

Is time like a pond on a clear quiet day,

or is time like the waves of an ocean spray.

We begin life one day then we are gone.

Nothing is left to say but “I wish I would have spent my time in each moment of the day”.

-Marc Ford: June 26, 1973-December 11, 2014

Nancy, his wife, found this poem among some of his things just a few weeks ago. This poem is not dated so we are not sure when he wrote it. My brother was a fun, carefree guy and it may surprise many that he had a “poetic” side.

As his sister, I knew how prophetic he could be. He loved to ponder things, speculate and dream. As a child, Marc often seemed to have his head in the clouds and I’ve often wondered since he died, what his childhood mind was thinking so hard on?

Marc loved to laugh but he also loved a good debate. Perhaps he had a better grasp on the importance of life than most? He spent his days smiling, laughing and purposefully making other’s days brighter as well. He truly knew how to spend life in each moment.