Time Poem by P.R. Prosper

You use it up throughout the day
But no one seems to have the time
The good old days, they always make
You spend your time just buying time
You move with such a steady pace
That never lets you pass the time
For love, or money, or goodness sake
They’ll help you through this trying time

I’m still ticking away and turning your follicles light gray
What you save or you waste, either way, there’s no time to wait
With time on your hands, you have all the time you want to kill
In a matter of time, but it’s life, so it’s just about time

Sometimes you give the time you take
Down to its base like turpentine
Behind closed bars or free to play
Everyone is serving time
Way too brave or slave to fate
None of you can master time
Where you go, who’s to say?
You’ll find me, time after time