Time for Wisdom

As the world turns on a dime

What isn't a matter of Time?

Days became weeks

weeks bled into years

then led to now

and so on to the future.

Old news that holds true

to date:

The calendar flips the pages

of fate.

That which is ever passing 

can never be forever lasting.

Lickety-split!

Tickety-tock... 

Round and round it goes.

Where it quits 

When it stops

Not a mortal soul can know.

These hands carry you

o'er plains and pains and

plans

'til at last they bury you

underneath the sprinkling 

sand.

Who has wasted it

and yet made it?

Never play with the day.

The stakes are far too great.

Think a second

before you wreck it.

You can win it

if you have a minute.

Spend an hour

when it spins dire.

You might get inspired 

and then empowered.

Don't let the moment 

become an opponent.

No you can't own it

but it can be a component.

That moment offers momentum.

It's the rhythm of The System.

Years are the gears 

operating a lifetime of Earth

vibrating as we're hesitating...

let's call it clockwork.

It's ok to hang by a thread.

What's distant isn't instant.

Progress can't be compressed.

String the thing out instead.

Time will eventually 

bandage it

if you diligently 

manage it.

Once upon a time

so goes the tale

and in the ending

What'll your time tell?

©️ Matt Decker