Though old as the Lord has lived,
Time has always breathed,
Something new,
Taught me the concept of a ladder,
One rung at a time,
the best way to avoid any blunder.
Each step grows bolder,
The reason I feel happier,
Every year as I get older.
Interesting,
The mystery of life,
The fact that we are here to learn,
Our reason for being is to learn,
Learn the ways of love,
Learn about the earth and the sun,
Learn about God's grace,
Learn how to make the world a better place.
After that,
Nothing more makes sense,
Than to make your peace and part!
I haven't met a better teacher than time,
I have known no master better served than time,
I am time's slave,
Still, I can be time's master.
But who serves who isn't the matter,
Rather learning has all the importance,
For he who learns not,
Is but a corpse left out to rot,
Useless and forgotten!
What then has time taught me but the act of patience?
See, a sculptor's art is so like life,
The more time he spends carving the stone,
The more shape it takes,
The more pleasant it looks,
Bold, daring, alive,
A perfect piece of art!
I do appreciate the gift of time,
A gift bearing endless possibilities,
Yet, we assume it,
In pursuit of useless elements.
If I were to steal time,
Then I believe my action would be no crime,
Even if I went ahead and sold every millisecond for a million dimes.
Would you not then understand the importance of lost times?
