60 seconds
60 minutes
24 hours a day—
Time
ticks
and
tocks.

Time is precious.
What you make of it is up to you.
What you live in an hour
a minute
a second—
Sometimes it’s wasted
like it’s seeping away,
disappearing down the drain.
Sometimes it’s cherished
like every droplet is diamond,
gingerly loved and cared.
Time ticks,
and
it tocks.

It may seem to fly away
like a speeding race car.
It may seem to stand still
like an old marble-stoned statue.
When would time ever end?
It’s infinite.
It’s endless.
It repeats itself day to day
like the crashing of waves against the deep ocean waters.
Time is unpredictable
never knowing what would happen

What if it stopped?
What would we do?
Time is precious.
It may be gone one day—

The tick
tick
tick
tock.