Time Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Time is not ours.
To collect it and save.
For those unexpected,
Rainy days.

No time to anyone,
Comes to be given...
To schedule that opportunity,
For selecting a better date...
That fits to meet,
Our list of priorities.
When time given to us arrives,
Not a moment of it awaits...
For our decisions to make.

Every second, minute...
And hour of our time,
To procrastinate or waste it.
Is a choice we choose.
Leaving many to hesitate.

But there is no one.
Not a one.
Who should be heard,
Complaining.
About not enough of time,
They have with a sitting...
To do nothing more,
Than to find themselves bored.
Everyday,
To say the same thing.
From the same place they sit.

As if time...
They had,
Will later come back.
To pay a visit.
With suggestions to make.
And highlighted are the ones,
Time recommends!