Time is elusive, ‘t lasts no time at all;

a leaf on the wind, winter, spring, summer, and fall.

The hands of the clock, they spin oh so fast,

perpetual motion eternity will last.

Seconds, minutes, they’re the blink of an eye,

on the face of time- bid that second goodbye.

Make use of your time, don’t pour ‘t down the drain;

for when that moment has gone it won’t come again.


A poem for

The Daily Prompt – Clock