To: The One, I will spend the rest of time and eternity with. <br /> <br />Time can be an enemy, yet sometimes be a friend, <br />There is a time that we all grow, and then a time we mend, <br />Time that seems to make us late, can sometimes make us cry, <br />There is a time we call our life, and then the time we die. <br /> <br />Time is used to measure days, we spend here on this Earth, <br />It helps divide the times in life, and re-calls all from birth, <br />It is a constant from this world, and then it fades away, <br />Taking all within its grasp, and making a new day. <br /> <br />Time it seems can measure space, and all ones distant travels, <br />It rushes us throughout our lives, and then delays arrival, <br />There's always time for disappointment, and appointed time, <br />But time that's somehow wasted, seems such an awful crime. <br /> <br />Time can not be bottled, nor packaged in a bag, <br />But when it's managed wisely, time seems not to lag, <br />This timely realization, sometimes is not remembered, <br />Events that seem so timely, though cherished may be squandered. <br /> <br />And now you have, your space in time, for all that it is worth, <br />To you it seems, a grand old time, your life upon the Earth, <br />But you will see, that time flys by, and empties your lifes cup, <br />So make it count, this thing called time, before it's all used up.<br /><br />Daniel Lloyd Kennedy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-thing-called-time/
