Nice poem about Time

We occupy our time, say we,

with the passage of time,

while we keep time,

or mark time,

and try not to be behind the times;

still we find ourselves taking our time,

or wasting time,

or even killing time.

So it is no surprise that

time after time,

we run out of time,

and regret we didn’t have more time.

We learn then, over time,

to try to make time,

by using time-saving devices,

or shortcuts that help us to make excellent time,

so that if things work out, we can end up being on time,

or even ahead of time,

most of the time.

And when we have time on our hands,

we have a pastime,

wherein we try to have a good time,

even a great time,

or perhaps the time of our life…

BUT

…yes, that day will come

when our time is up,

and we are out of time.

Then to whatever realm we go,

the memories of us will linger here

in the hearts of those we left behind,

and we will at last

be timeless…..

(from the book Talent in Action - Georges Anthoon)