It’s Always Running Out

And we always want more

What is this thing that rules us, humans? And not the rest of the natural world

Seasons pass, cold and warm Night turns into day and back again

The Lion and the Wolf need only know night and day A time to hunt and a time to sleep

Not for them the first and second hand of a clock Or the flow of the salt timer

Those little hands ticking on a clock Remind us of time passing

Tick tock tick tock Nearer to mortality and the heavens

Time may be slow, it may be fast But still, it passes

Never to be regained Or relived

It can embitter Or bring happiness

Time can heal It can mellow

It is always there In the background, ever-present

Use it wisely and kindly To live, laugh, and love