The Time

He takes the time,

To feel the sun,

Before his day,

Has yet begun,

For him he’s blessed,

He’s found his way,

The sunrise brings,

Another best day.


Too many clocks,

One ticks as one tocks,

One chimes,

As one tolls,

Time’s virtues,


Regardless of thought,

No time cane be bought,

Clocks all just count down,

Til we meet the ground,

So I sit and I hear,

Death creeping up, near,

Time’s mine to waste,

A little more haste,

Where do the days go,

We shall never know.