Time is Precious
Time is precious
It’s of the essence
It’s here, then gone
From adolescence
The time you have
And the time you take
The things you’ve done
And the plans you make
The sights you’ve seen
Now a memory
And what’s to come
Yet a fantasy
Time marches on
Though nary a sound
Hands on the wall
Each day spin around
Time is fleeting
Take note and behold
Lessons in life
With age, growing old
Make your time count
To be a good friend
Share happiness
And love to the end
© 2022 Phil Perkins
You might also enjoy reading another poem I wrote about time, entitled “A Distant Time“. It was published on July 12, 2021.
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