Time Once Lost Poem by Adegbite Adeyinka

To the low sound ticking of the clock
I've not kept a silent ear to listen
If I should take every minute to work
I should not chat it away, but mute
And look more on what I'm doing.
If I'm sewing, farming or trading
Time watches me do what I do, then passes
It does not take a step back to help
It is made to be in a haste, to carry us
From now to the later moments to come
Whether from good to better and then best;
Or from poor to bad, and later worse.