TIME
Our lives are ruled by the hands on a clock.
Slowly moving forward with a tick that never stops.
Displaying the time, as we rush here and there.
With never a minute left over to spare.
The minute we are born, our weight and time recorded.
One year later, arrives our Birthday date as ordered.
When we are young and unaware of time.
The days seamed longer, the weather seamed more fine.
Nothing seamed to matter, but the content of your day.
Playing and laughing, having fun was the way.
Just when did time take over? Take control.
Was it in the schoolyard, when the bell tolls?
Time is a condition that man has worked out.
We wake up in the morning to a bell or a shout.
But have we lost something special in time along the way.
We’ve no time to listen, or give the time of day-
To someone who might need just a minute of your time.
One kind word is all it takes to make a person shine.
Time marches onward and soon we are old and grey.
As we look back in our memories, regrets before us lay.
Don’t let it be too late to put right all the wrongs.
And don’t harbour bitter grudges, let harmony be your song.
For time creeps on, and might catch you unawares.
Then you’ll wish the time you had were more lovingly prepared.
For God gave you this time, to use for love always.
Use it wisely and you will find contentment all your days.
By Dreamwalker
