Time is so very slow <br />And yet so quick <br />What makes it so <br />What makes it tick? <br /> <br /> <br />The clock records each wasted second <br />That is let slip from life, <br />While impatient death has beckoned <br />Each mortal for his wife. <br /> <br />And when that time is nigh <br />For frame and soul to part <br />Last breath’s escape with a sigh <br />Even from the stoutest heart. <br /> <br />So, never linger, or loose that hour <br />For it can ne’er return <br />And must waste, turn sour <br />But, will man ever learn?<br /><br />Terry Brewer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-51/
