It is never too late or too soon,
It is when it is supposed to be.
Time a measure of what you cannot get back.
Yesterday’s moments have set,
Divine order rises with each tomorrow,
Deciding the length of a day’s hours  is not ours.
Yet, we count all we have,
In cadence scheduled by chimes,
Fear of not having enough.
Before it's too late,
Or its all gone.
Absent one’s hope,
Time is a punishment.
                                    PFL