The Clock Poem by chris schwartz

Time spent in Haste
Is never a waste,
Time saved
Building bank accounts
Goes by in a Hurry.
Time rushed in years
Is forgotten by most
But time cherished in minutes
Is loving and long,
To its host.
If you have to glance
At your wrist
Watch the time
Everyday,
Those seconds,
That you glance,
Might just fade away.
And the Gold on your wrist
It gets heavy at times,
Even you know
The weight that it carries
Sometimes.
But then,
Time travels
To a place,
Only lost loves
Seem to go
We keep them alive
In our hearts,
And our memories
Time goes so slow.
What is to be said
Of time?
Only it's distance
Will carry,
The poor hearts of a few
And the souls of us,
Every
One.