On Senses of Time
Time is the only resources anyone could always own
It is swift, elusive, yet always available and mandatory
It is a king, a master whom everyone looks up and obey
Clock embarks on one, stops at twelve is a bane or boon
Some say pay no attention, as it starts and ends and start
then ends
Yet parallel thought no one is growing younger, signs
never be futile
Time passed can never be recovered is there to steer and
ring a bell
Rich and poor alike shouldn't be killing it, if ahead’s
an endless gain
Oh please, one begs, thou shall not depart without a
blessing
Thou art gold, and thou art money whatever you will be
Time is blight if one overlooks and not endeavor to be
productive
Time gives nothing to those whose hands are idle, whose
bodies are indolent
Yet time is meaningfu to those minds and souls are
relentless and pervasive
To those hearts who keeps yearning time to come then
pass, results abound
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