Time
Again I'm taking the pen,
And I don't need any coffee to stimulate my brain.
This time I am gonna write about the time,
I intend to touch you by my magic rhyme.
Many people are afraid of the hands of the clock,
They think, they scramble, but they don't want to talk.
Any of them has his own reason behind,
But it's a wistful story when they prefer to stay blind.
Thinking about the time, we have two choices in front,
They determine our actions, lifes, and the accomplishing that what we want.
Choice one is to struggle and fight with the time, building a wall,
Choice two is to smile, enjoy and live it all!
Which option to choose, it depends of you,
But let me first explain you my humble view.
Our time is something what we fully possess,
Don't try to deny this, cause you won't have any success.
This is my definition of the time,
This is how I perceive it, live it, and make it mine.
86 400 - this number to remember forever, I dare you,
Never let it out of your head, I command you.
These digits consist the seconds we have each day,
But we forget so often about them, and let them go away.
These seconds are limited, but our happiness is not,
We can make them fortunate and joyful, hitting them by one shot.
Our greatest asset in life is our time,
And we possess the power to make it shine.
Not money, but time you spend with the people you love,
Smile with them, play with them, and never put things above!
Sometimes this so vital advice you will neglect,
But I'll share with you the secret that will keep you correct.
A secret so simple and obvious at first,
But if you omit it, it makes your life worst.
Never forget, you are the time, and the time is you,
How you spend it, it depends of you.
This was my smooth and humble view,
If you want to debate it, take the pen, and show me your clue!
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Submitted on July 10, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,768 |
Words | 352 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 6, 4, 6, 12 |
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