Wednesday, September 17, 2014


Those who waste time are those Time loves the most—
   It gives them slowly creeping years to squander
On busy work, which then becomes a host
   Of life’s missed opportunities to ponder.
Those who spend time are Time’s arch-enemies—
   To them, it doles out minutes like a miser.
It makes a day feel briefer than a sneeze
   And months get spent as quickly as a geyser.
Time knows that every single second counts
   And wins the day each second I forget it.
Time loses when I see my chance and pounce,
   Think of the past and never once regret it,
      And leave behind distractions I’ve resisted
      To die after I’ve lived, not just existed.

Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells

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