Because Time Is Serious Business... Because Its Accounting Is Absolute

Time’s investment doled in moments

Leaves us breathless now and then

Holy, holy, like an ocean

Rolling from God down to men

Where we spend its ‘lend’ of hours

Purchasing, oft without voice

Consequence of transient bowers

And the aftermath of choice

People all begin as students

Rife with ignorance and lust

Learning the import of prudence

Through the hunger-pangs of trust

After we have borne the beauty

That turns raven locks to white

We see time as more than duty

To a corpse of morn-noon-night

We see Time as serious business

Like sun-sparkles on a sea

Where investments leave us breathless

…its payoff, eternity

© Janet Martin