Time,

We take you for granted
we waste you away
we look up to you,
biting the ends of our pens in anticipation
waiting for the day to end
so we can rush to Love.

You take your toll on us
making us mature and wise
and our bones weak
until one day you turn our flesh to ash
how collateral you make us feel
with two words ending in sh.

We hate you,
we love you,
for we are in a constant battle with you.
You take and you give
Love and Death are your friend,
as your bargain with them
like the Three Fates of old.
The Greeks just had it wrong
what the Three Fates really were.

You've played your part through everything.
You lie in war,
you stall in Love,
you wait in Death.

But you are beautiful.
How odd a thing, you are,
truly.
We can't comprehend you,
and yet we try to figure you out
placing numbers to represent your name.

I thank you for what you've given me,
you've pained me
rushed me with a gentle shove through short hours
given me Time that I have and will waste away
but all along you have been a gift.

Time, I should spend more of you.

Spend you in Love,
cherish you in Death,
appreciate you in life.
I want to use you wisely,
a goal to eradicate the laziness from my bones.
So I pray to the Lord on high,
to push me.

Push me to go on adventures,
do what I love,
be with who I love,
hold my friends dear
and hold my family dearer.

Time, you gift of life,
a letter I write to you.
Don't let me forget it.