Time
What is Time
But existence clocked
Hands and face
Always watched.
Dictates our sleep
Our working lives
Who dies
Who thrives.
The dial of life
Rules us all
Some bored
Some have a ball.
Minutes and hours tick away
Here today, gone yesterday
Time is a gift, we only borrow
Time will determine who is here tomorrow.
The fortunate, their time joyfully spent
The worst of us, will time repent
Either or can't undermine
The power of Father Time.
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
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