Time
 

Time, in general, has a few problems to address:

As an infant and a toddler, time was on my side.

Time to be changed, Time to be fed,
Time to be burped, Time for bed.

But as childhood took flight,
I found Time was no friend of mine:

Time to eat cabbage with my meals,
Time to go to bed,

Time to remove trusty training wheels,
Time to sew my head.

 "Just wait until your Father gets home.", My Mom would often say.

And would stupid Christmas never come?
It seemed so far away...

Time to take out the garbage, (with cabbage hidden deep inside).

Time to face the bullies,
when there's no place left to hide.

 I would run from the bus for Cartoon Time,
and then I'd go out to play,
and be back home in Time for dinner, the Topic: "Report Card Day".

As a teen, Time was mean:

Time for pimples,
Time for hair,
Time for goings on "down there".

Time to ask her for a date.
Time to bring her home real late.
Time to meet her Father.

As the Class Clown, I maintained a "C".
Grades never meant that much to me.
Until it was Time to Graduate,
And I was second to last in line.

Time for decisions,
Time for The Prom,
Time to fly - away from my mom.

Time to become a man.

As an Adult, Time is my Boss:

Time to work.
No Time left to take off.
Time to get up.
Time to sleep.
Time for my check.
Time for TV.
Time to mow the lawn.

If I could control anything from my past,
It would be to make the Good Times last.

For as we progress thru Time and with age,
the things we possess and pursuits we engage,
while climbing the ladder of ambition and strife,
cannot replace one day of our life.

So make the most of your Time,
and watch how it's spent.

For before you know it,
your Time’s came and went.

And what was accomplished with all of that Time?

Was your extremely short life sublime or divine?

Did you take Time to do what mattered the most?

There's still time.