Time
We discovered it long ago
And how each second comes and goes
Or how the hours can fly by
So be sure to savor every minute
Because you'll never again get it
It is a force that cannot be fully explained
But we have learned to calculate it on a numbered face
A little hand moves around the end
Forever it shall spin
We call it Time, a force of the universe
It cannot be created nor dispersed
It exists, it does not stop
forever told on our clock
We never really noticed its importance
But it is a tool of balance
So the next time we wait for something to end
Just remember the order Time gives.
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