Time?

Time. Well what is it?

Just an hour ,a minute,a second

Of the constantly ticking clock?

Or

Just a small segment

Of our transient life?

Time is precious, some say.

Like the rubies and emeralds?

But what we consider

A part of our life,

Cannot be analogized

To stones originating under our feet,

Can it?

Time rises from a state of eternity.

A fraction of it, is what’s entitled

To us living beings, during our existence.

It is limited yet valued most.

Be it gold or silver,

nothing compares to time

Neither a monarch nor

the most powerful emperor

can conquer time.

Not even the tightest fist

can clasp something so swift,

just like the soft ,sparkly sand,

that tiny tots play with.

What is better?

to prosper from something so precious?

or

Waste it to the extent of defeat?

You decide.