The subtle hum of time goes on
But oft we cannot hear it;
The whirl and click of each new dawn
Each time that we draw near it.
Time warns us every day that it
Is swiftly running down;
While we press on to do our bit
In search of some renown.
The sleep awaiting endless is
There will be time to rest –
To wisely use the time you have
Is truly to be blessed.