A Man Called Time

As I was walking I met a man. His hair was long and grey. We both stopped, And at each other stared. Until I asked his name. To me he said, "My name is, Time; And to you I do belong." "How can this be?!" I did reply, "For I am young and you are old." He chuckled softly and said, "Yet it is true. For you decide how I am used. "The wiser and better That I am used, The younger I become. "The younger I am, The longer you have. So don't just stand and stare. "Get up and do. Go out and find; But make sure it is with wisdom. "For it is better When we both die, If I am young and you are old."