She makes you wait
She hurries
you
Sometimes you want more of her
Sometimes she's short
Sometimes
she's long
Sometimes she's just a blur
She's constant
She is
changing
She asks and gives no favors
She never stops
She's standing
still
She's unknown to little shavers
Don't think too much about
her
Don't waste her in a rhyme
Make the most of all she gives
Her name,
my friend
Is Time