Time

Time

Dont horde time

The old man said.

It is folly

Wasteful annoyance

Each has time enough

To live life in

All abundance.

And to each

Time is an alloted treasure

To move fast or slow

But not to count

Or measure

The span of years

Or span of days

Is not a score

Or a race

For to the moth

One day and night

A life is lived

From breaking dawn

To fading light

And man is given

His share of years

To live his life

And shed his tears

And worry not

When death will come

But face each day

The rising sun

Savour each moment

Like well aged wine

Counting not

The passing time.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com 2015

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