On a speck a moment ticks
Across dials that decorate
Pinpoints of fate
Shadows move across fields in parts
Integral seconds in entirety depart
A moment ago though it was,
A pile to spill; a page to fill
A heart to break; an account to make
Decorum withheld in epic and style
Sojourn bodies those kill so vile
A grandfather's clock before which I paused
In realization for a drastic cause
A timid doctor to pin and slay
For the blood that stained
A calendar's day.
Crafty students to jot so fast
Hurriedly for a percentile
Even the hare who to finish last
Realized it so worthwhile.
To wait not.
Moments so desperately sought
Always as it is, now or never...
Once lost, is lost forever!