TIME

From the TIME we are born

To the day that  we die

The hands of Time go flying by

As Babe’s in cradles

Impatiently awaiting their feed

To young Children in class

Who’ll gain the experience they need

There’s a TIME to work

To sleep,  eat and learn

And we are ever aware

That each corner we turn

May show a TIME to laugh

Or in sadness TIME to cry

But there’s TIME of caution

When we pause for thought

If the TIME spent in study

All the right answers have  brought

To a mind ever keen

All the avenues to explore

In a never-ending quest for Knowledge

Questions answered by the score

Not all solutions are  stored in volumes

On Library shelves gathering dust

But learned from our Elders who

When  their Memories are jogged, might just

Recall the information required

Perhaps the date and venue too

On Historical events from the past

Extreme Mathematics or Animals seen in a Zoo

For Life is comprehensive

And a wealth of knowledge sublime

For who knows if we hadn’t gained it

What would we have done with all that TIME.

Dennis Shrubshall  28th November 2009.