Value Of Time Poem by Rhodesse Fanche

Time, a fleeting companion, waits for none,
It slips away, never to be undone,
Waste not its precious essence, don't despair,
Lament not, but seize each moment with care.

Why bemoan the job not yet attained?
Facebook's allure won't grant what's ordained,
A mere click, a like, holds no employ,
Nor sharing posts, a fruitless ploy.

Excitement garnered from virtual praise,
Won't pave the path to career's embrace,
Commenting, sharing, in vain they fall,
Irrelevant echoes, a hollow call.

Social groups, devoid of growth's embrace,
Shall not unlock doors, job's sacred space,
But if you'd learn, each day, something new,
Or broaden knowledge, a month's journey through,

You'd discover within, potential untold,
To shape your life, the world to behold,
Find joy in likes and comments, genuine and grand,
For achievements proclaimed, a soul's command.

Comment and share, impact lives profound,
With posts that inspire, love to abound,
Belong to groups that nurture growth's delight,
Where wisdom blossoms, minds take flight.

Time, a precious gift, each moment rare,
Let it not slip through hands, lost to despair,
Embrace its dance, with purpose and zest,
For in its grasp, life's treasures manifest.