Albeit time is but an abstract thought,
We count it, and kill it, and watch it pass,
Then try to save it, and cannot, alas!
We turn it backwards, and forward spring it,
Waste it and clock it, coordinate it.
Time heals, time marches, and we yearn for more.
Though time lies heavy, there is a time for
everything, except its passing on, so
“time is a-wasting”, get ready, set , go!