It’s a fickle thing.
Time…

A golden glass,
Held in place by a string.
Time…

A calculation that is too
Quick to pass.
Time…

One lost it cannot be regained,
It’s all to true.
Time…

It is something that cannot be restrained.
So don’t spare seconds, minutes, and hours to waste.
Time…

Quickly now we must make haste,
There is no time to spare.
Lest we find it’s a waste.
Not other aspect can compare.