Time

When you seek me, I’m not there When you wish me gone, I’m everywhere I am weightless but surprisingly quite measurable I am promising, alluring, yet may be ironically regrettable I am stronger than a tsunami in the sense I am unstoppable Yet weaker than a memory for I am unretreivable I’m symbolized by the swift, gentle trickling of sand I am a reason the four seasons dress up the land. I exist, and yet I’ve never been alive For how can I live if I can never die? I am invisible, colorless, soundless and yet undeniable You think I’m yours truly but I’m not that reliable I am the secret ingredient to the tasteful perception Of a half-full or half-empty cup discussion To visually imagine me, allow me to further explain: Consider your life a photograph; then I am its frame. I am given many names And might be treated like a game You try compartmentalizing me into perfectly neat blocks As if I’m really as predictable as the ticking of a clock I am often undervalued and misused Worth no monetary value and hence abused Yet I am worth much, much more, if you but only knew Then perhaps you might change the way of the things you do. Use me wisely, and you shall be blessed Use me ignorantly, and it is to your distress It’s easier said than done, ‘tis true I speak to the riddler before speaking to you You’ve probably realized that this riddle rhymes So likely you’ll guess the answer in the last line Now who am I, in this rhyme? It is I, and I am … Time.