Chronos

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock…

The revolution of the second hand,
In orbit around the clock face,
Fulfilling its intended purpose and,
Deleting seconds at a steady pace.

These seconds become minutes,
Accumulating into hours, days, then years,
Until we reach our corporeal limit,
And receive that visit we’ve long feared.

But how do we confront the end with grace?
We must make proper use of our time,
Knowing the clock is a tool to embrace;
Accepting that limited days are by design.

Time waits for no woman nor man,
So disregard the years, days, and hours.
Instead we must focus on the second hand,
Living each moment with vigor. Empowered.

Tick. Tock.