The needles of time, it is so really right,
You can’t get it back, it just passes by.
When you’re in a rush, you find it slips by,
When you’re doing nothing, it always respites.
You can get it back,
But you need patience, of course,
To invent a time machine,
So you can fly through time.
Just count sixty seconds,
And you’ll find it very simple,
To write a lovely poem,
Of this very kind.
It’s not long, it’s just short,
That’s what you really say,
“Just five more minutes with the television”
You’ll switch it off that way.
When you forget to bring or submit something,
“I’ll bring it tomorrow” you say,
But tomorrow never comes,
Because you are made that way.
Keep track of time,
Or you’ll lose it,
Time is really precious,
The needles of time never wait anyway.
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Topic(s) of this poem: time