It’s Always Running Out
And we always want more
Published in
Oct 26, 2020
What is this thing that rules us, humans?
And not the rest of the natural world
Seasons pass, cold and warm
Night turns into day and back again
The Lion and the Wolf need only know night and day
A time to hunt and a time to sleep
Not for them the first and second hand of a clock
Or the flow of the salt timer
Those little hands ticking on a clock
Remind us of time passing
Tick tock tick tock
Nearer to mortality and the heavens
Time may be slow, it may be fast
But still, it passes
Never to be regained
Or relived
It can embitter
Or bring happiness
Time can heal
It can mellow
It is always there
In the background, ever-present
Use it wisely and kindly
To live, laugh, and love
