Time Being

Ev'ryone wakens, ev'ryone slumbers, We stand to reason as we stand to rhyme, Everyone is adding up the numbers. As we sow the seasons, we rise in time, We all spread our digits with all due care, Precision movement, measure for measure, We grasp our heated moments, our share, With what we're making, we make pleasure. We all turn beautiful faces to watch The meeting of the minutes, making hours, Seconds are the helpings by which we notch The belt 'round which Life, our own Self, towers. Taking up such Space by both outstretched arms, At the Time Being, the time being charms.