Time is a rampant part of any life.
We plan our schedules here and there today,
When these go wrong, create a lot of strife,
We need to work and plan the time to play.
Distractions come to hound us on the way,
They cut the plans, like butcher with a knife.
We have problems to deal with night and day.
But time creates much more in this, our life.
Procrastination kills our ev’ry move,
It slows us down like rubber on the road.
But pushing off gives nothing left to prove,
It just makes heavier, this, our great load.
But time is not important for my God,
He holds it under his wonderful great rod.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem