Time is of the essence,
We’ve been told since prepubescence,
So we shouldn’t waste a minute or we’re fools.
Planning keeps things flowing
So no matter where we’re going,
We’ll accomplish so much more within these rules.
Seconds turn to hours
But if we don’t smell the flowers,
We’ll miss out on all the things life has to give.
Years fly by like sparrows
And before Death aims its arrows,
We should grab each opportunity and live.
If such advice is heeded,
When our earthly time’s completed
We’ll be satisfied that we have done our best;
For when time reclaims its lending
We can’t stop the coming ending ;
Then we’ll realize that it’s finally time to rest.