Time — A Poem

Time Is A Treasure — Treasure It.

Bella of Thoughtsnlifeblog
The Poetry Club

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A gold clock face on a black background
Photo by Thomas Bormans on Unsplash

Tik tocks the clock chimes.
Seconds and hours pass by.
Each moment is a treasure.
Not to be wasted.
For it won’t come by again.

The time flies by so fast.
I can’t catch my breath.
Asking it to slow down.
Wait, I say.
Give me a chance to catch up.

Time passes like a sloth.
Almost asleep.
It’s like treading in quicksand.
Heavy, difficult to pass.
Painful even.

Time is a treasure
Be it fast or slow
It won’t come again
Be sure to use it wisely
Or you’ll forever repent.

Time a precious Pearl
Priceless.
Glorious.
Unique.
Cyclical and complete.

Use your time wisely.
Then you’ll always feel full.
A wise master of your life.
Otherwise, you’ll cry.
I wasted time.

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