When Time Runs Out Of Time Poem by Reid Laurence

Time of the essence
Time is gold
Be it real
Try it virtual
How does it take hold?

Now relative time
A wonder to me
Moving faster or slower
A conjunctive idea

A good time
A bad
Some hard time, maybe?
Let's throw in some cyber
Please time, let us be

Don't do it on my time
Don't waste of your own
Don't bend it
Or warp it
Nor spend in a zone

The edge of a hole
Where time can stand still
Or gravity changes
Does barely fulfill

Regardless of many
Or how it stands clear
The time due to us
Does never stay here

It slips through your fingers
Melted butter or jam
And time stops for no one
Not woman, or man

It's carried the ages
And held up the world
But one day must happen
It's timing unfurled

All ticking will stop
And clock must run out
And silence submerge us
In nothing about