Your Time Is Your Life

Your Time
By Chris Commodore©2010

Your time is your life; minimize future strife.
Make time for yourself, your wealth and your health,
Let time be the marker that paces the way;
Each second, each minute, each hour each day.
 
The saddest pain, the saddest mark;
Is to look back at life, and see ghosts staring back;
With a mirror they show, prized time spent in vain;
Occasions devalued, time flushed down the drain.

Oh yes, now you say it, if only you knew.
Wish time could turn back, rewind nature's clock;
But that's just so wishful, can never come true,
Even if you run backwards for miles round the block.

Oh careless choices, assessments ill planned;
Decisions unthinking, beds too quickly made.
Actions so hurried, leaves nothing in hand;
Depleted life's deck, my best cards I've played.

Time not to regain, those hours fled fast,
Like spent autumn leaves, like wind-driven rain.
Soon chances and choices exist in the past;
Naught left for my comfort but regret and pain.

Each second misspent, each minute erased,
Adds up to the hour, life's portion ill-used.
But present conditions still proffer a chance,
Perhaps still time enough to enter the dance