On a speck a moment ticks <br />Across dials that decorate <br />Pinpoints of fate <br />Shadows move across fields in parts <br />Integral seconds in entirety depart <br /> <br />A moment ago though it was, <br />A pile to spill; a page to fill <br />A heart to break; an account to make <br />Decorum withheld in epic and style <br />Sojourn bodies those kill so vile <br /> <br />A grandfather's clock before which I paused <br />In realization for a drastic cause <br />A timid doctor to pin and slay <br />For the blood that stained <br />A calendar's day. <br />Crafty students to jot so fast <br />Hurriedly for a percentile <br />Even the hare who to finish last <br />Realized it so worthwhile. <br /> <br />Time. <br /> <br />To wait not. <br />Moments so desperately sought <br />Always as it is, now or never... <br />Once lost, is lost forever!<br /><br />Rosmin Elsa Mohan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-791/
