Could be saved and spent, <br />Even wasted or lost, through one’s own conduct <br />Conversely, one can not borrow, lend or steal <br />Nor could it be accumulated, preserved or hoarded <br /> <br />We all own it by birth, yet inheritance does not count <br />Not transferable either, to the most esteemed even <br />It is every one’s concern too, but lacks reciprocation <br />Matters only to events, processes and beings <br /> <br />It carries no color, hue, or tint of any visual paradigm <br />Nor does it own some sort of design or a pattern <br />Looks like, somewhat a commodity, in fiscal terms <br />So much so, you and I wouldn't exist, sans its affection <br /> <br />Even so, never meant for eating or drinking <br />Simply for, it is not the kind of that sort <br />It is valued, but, value has no solitary worldwide unit <br />Still, it is willingly bought by those who can afford <br /> <br />Although one can measure, quantify and qualify <br />No way could one weigh it on any scale of a norm <br />Don’t think of changing its state of motion <br />Always it clutches on to you, for, it is yours own <br /> <br />One can not afford not to know it, hence <br />For, you are simply none, minus its attachments <br />Know it, as a prerequisite, for managing the same <br />You will shine, your humble helper will not know even <br /> <br />You may stick a price, then, that’s only yours own <br />And may equal with or rank over even most valued <br />Non-aligned to absolute values, works on relative terms <br />Valued and used only by worthy and laudable <br /> <br />It is at your disposal so long as you need and use it <br />Nonetheless, never will it boast or demand in return <br />Past present and future, symbolizing fantasy passage <br />You are taken through, like it or not, by TIME<br /><br />Jayatissa Liyanage<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-it-that/
