Tick Tock says the clock
Every second, of every minute of every day, non-stop it moves
To our own ending which looms
We are drawn to make the most while we move
What is time?
Time is a word on everybody's mind
But if you insist
I'm sure most would miss
In their attempt to define
The construct that is time.
But If you ask me
I'll say time is but an illusion
It is nothing but a construct of man's imagination,
That measures his mission
It's what we consider in every decision.
From dusk till dawn, sunrise to sunset we hustle
This we do constantly for a better life
But inevitably, all lives end
And that my friends, is the bend
The slope that everyone knows.
Time is precious, but we seem to forget
Working 9-5 every day and sometimes even on the weekends
Only to get to the end and regret
That how we lived our lives was a misstep
This my friend is the tragedy, which befalls many
Always striving for plenty, while failing to enjoy that which we have already.
Don't be another victim of time
Stop chasing possessions that don't last
Things you'd regret looking at the past
While you draw your last breath
Spend this precious gift of time wisely
Enjoy your life and family
What is time?
if not a finite gift, Given to all FREELY.
