By Victoria L. Koch
If time was but a maiden fair
Of noble form and golden hair
Would men, alike as women woo
for her attention? Say, would you?
5 With scented flowers, chocolates sweet
Would bow and kneel you at her feet
For her to grace and grant to you
A piece of her, if she chose to?
For time, the greatest gift of all,
10 Is precious more than golden fall.
More valuable, more swift and fleet
Than many a man’s mighty deed.
If time was but a maiden fair
We’d only ever take from her
15 Would never give, not ever rest
Until her presents we posessed.
But time is fleet and time is swift
And shall be treated as a gift,
A fragile slipper made of glass,
20 Tread carefully as it doth pass!