Bette Bavington Poet Rhyme

The Sands of Time

Our time
Begins with our first heart beat eighteen
To twenty two days after conception the hour
Glass drops the first sand in our life line
Which is very fine
It has been dropped in real time
Not with our first breath in time.
It's all in align.
Our time
Has no rain checks, I.O.U.'s or is a paradigm
So don't wish it away this is your gold mine
It's real time.
In the meantime
Splurge! Once in awhile don't always nickel 
and dime.
Don't mess it up with grime 
Or crime.
This is real time
Bottom line
We all get what we were assigned.
When our heart stops beating so does the 
Sands of time.

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Hannington Mumo October 16, 2020 at 5:34 PM This reminds me of Shakespeare's 'The World's a Stage' magnum opus....yours is actually a great emulation of that Bard's masterstroke's wit and mellifluous grip. Congrats! Bette Bavington October 16, 2020 at 5:48 PM Thank you so much for taking the time to read it. I hope you have a great evening.