Time Is A Bond Poem by Mark Heathcote

Time is a bond—a bond between the past and the future.
Ageing is the amount of interest paid.
Gilts to me and maybe sunshine for you till the rain stops.
It's a promissory note between the two.
We forfeit our goods and belongings if we fail to pay.
And our freedoms and lives are taken away. 
That's not to say it isn't worth 
Every penny and cent that is thrown our way.
Oh, to be bankrupt one more day,
Without any interest to pay. 
Slate wiped clean; no more glittering ore to gleam or lose.