Time

Time moves,

Never on a pause,

Never looking back,

Not a second’s turn

Time moves.

Slipping by gently

In sheer seconds

And trivial minutes

Then striking hours.

The hours roll by,

As the clock hands make a round

Of harmless ticks and a chime.

Then like a dream, the day is at its end.

But the sun rises again,

And another dawn is beheld;

Another day given,

While yesterday’s lost.

Time is chance,

Each chance happens just once.

Active or not,

You use up every chance of time.

Take count of time,

Get on its flight,

Direct its course

Be your pilot.