Small

These things that we call our own
Are not really ours.

They are ours, for a moment, maybe more, until they're back,
Another tick on the clock
We can do all we want
But these things that we call our own
Are not really ours
And this is comforting, 
If you think about it.
These infinities,
These eternities,
Are not all ours.
They are not just ours,
Some parts,
A minute,
A moment,
80,
90, years if you're lucky, 
We are granted
These small eternities 
To claim.