In Time Poem by Israel Ebiti

In time we stitch to save but nine;
torn, loose fabric with needles fine.
Stitching yours, stitching mine;
making a fort these dreams of mine.
Gift yourself a watch,
watch the tic-toc clock;
discipline time, discipline much.
Avoid the late hour rush
as you work against the clock;
earning a dime, earning it much.
Chunk it down lest time flies
leaving a many unfinished to-dos.
Set thy mind, fix thy eyes
on all there be you set to do.