Time is precious, time is rare,
We rarely have time to spare,
Rushing round there, or rushing round here,
Just time for this poem, I’m beginning to fear.

It drags while we work, yet flies while we play,
Years passing by, yet it feels like a day,
In childhood we hate it, especially in school,
As adults we curse it, we work to its rule.

Time lacks compassion, time lacks a heart,
Watching on gleefully, keeping loved ones apart,
Time brings us life, but it also brings death,
Time does not care if we breathe our last breath.

Time, without doubt is the greatest Dictator,
Time will not stand for doing things later,
Time is the future, time is the past,
Time is not slow, time is not fast.

Whatever we do is defined by our time,
Things I could do instead of this rhyme,
Time is relentless, it still marches on,
And will continue its journey, long after I’m gone.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation