Time Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

I am always here yet
You see me not
You overlook me, in fact
You have wasted me

I am gem yet
You don’t cherish me
O why you only give eyes
On me when the end comes?

You murmur, saying
Hours elapse too fast,
And days come late
Now, you are in a hurry
Chasing the fading seconds.

Happy persons treasure me
That’s why they enjoy the days
They feel and hear me
From the very start.
So the end is not a hurry
But a great accomplishment.