Time Your Time

                     Time Your Time

The inquiry that is asked the most; we take notice of it every day,

“What time is it?” they want to know, and then they go away.
It's time for bed; it's time for work, or time to feed the fishes,

Its time to take your medicine, or wash and dry the dishes.
Time in seconds, time in hours, so many freckles past a mane,
Depending on the region, or whether daylights savings there.
Time is measured many in ways from minutes to months,
Time is what keeps everything from happening at once!

A time to live, a time to die, a time for having fun,
Clocks and calendars alike, all planned by the sun.
Intervals that cant be hurried, will not be deprived,
a season that we know that's coming, as surely as the tide.

If there ever comes a time when time will be no more,
I wonder how we'll know to quit, or when it was before.
Do we hurry? Do we loaf? It depends upon the time...

Time your time so that time will not time you untimely