Poem makes the most of the time

Time is what we want and always lose

It's what runs out with every yearning

It's what we have plenty of when we are born

It is what we want when we have

Loved ones close to the body.

If we had time like the eternal God

We would not live in the moment

We would waste every fragment

Surely more than we do.

If you cherish your time learn from Heaven

That it expands throughout the universe

grow, feel, enjoy the moment

and thank God for every bit of sustenance.