How does one make time?

We can’t trade it in like we do for money

Is time money?

I’ve heard it said time is life

To have more of both – wouldn’t that be nice?

You can’t put it in a jar

It eludes us all in the end

What is the best way for one to spend?

Minutes are tokens

Hours – gold

Years are presents

They unwrap

Everyone’s getting old

Time is a seed, it’s a word

It’s a book, a conversation, a prayer

It’s something we all need

But we all too soon learn that it’s not there

Time is a magazine

For a brief moment, who is the queen?

Each heartbeat is a clock hand’s tick

Time is then isn’t

Hold it while you can – though that is a delusion – at least for anything outside of those moment

It is gone

And unknown for tomorrow

Out before you know it