Maturing: the Adult Contest

Time seemed to be in abundance; enough to chew and brew Sleep, play or gossip; enough to spare despite all that we blew Dreams, expectations, full of flurry; no tick to stir the blurry Life discarded as wasteful worry; hurry, worry all went to bury I the Master, I the Supreme; others, the ordinary got little attention Times came and crept by slowly; learning shirked away at mention Who cares, motto was straight; something will happen, why haste We will surely learn as we grow; grew we sure, but in utter waste Overtime, the uncared suddenly became important; time was short With hunched shoulders I prayed for mercy; hoping for His support Help! I shouted, but they laughed; I got no solace, calm or sleep Fear, unknown, induced a maddening; my end seemed so cheap Mercy, somehow was restored; zero, the ordinary I learned to ask for Time, the industry & thrift; I learnt to strive for, not ignore anymore. (This poem is a modified (couplet) version of an old poem titled 'Transcendence' which was in Free Verse form.)