Time

For everything there’s a time, Yes, the clock is in God’s hand He orders the sun to rise & shine Then later says: “you can now set” A precious treasure indeed of value exceeding great To be embraced, not squandered nor wasted Unlike money, most of us have it But for a very short while, nonetheless As the hourglass sand; it slowly creeps to run out Wisely spend it or regret it - Standing on the dark side, Wishing you could reverse it There never seem to be a perfect time Well, perhaps it could be right now Just act and later on you’ll find out The present time we can do something about But into the past we can only go back as far as our memory takes us Into the future likewise, only as far as our abstract imagination lets us Is there enough time? – well, maybe not quite Somebody told me they had no time I offered to spend mine with them But “No, don’t waste your time” they said That was the best time to learn And the worst time is still ahead When nothing is seen and no sound into the ear is heard Fully numbed till nothing is felt When all seem to stand The loved ones stricken by fear, more quiet and scared Many like to say: “I don’t have time for them” But if we love Then shouldn’t we make time for them? Past, present & future Time will always be there Yet we will not always be here! Reliving back, I hear an echo of words: What we invest our time on is what we get Time never used is time wasted, every minute counts Three men live in the present time, we’ll call them 3; 2 and 1 1’s life is like 2’s past, 3’s current life is 2’s dream future life The most logical thing is to give thoughts to our actions and thoughts