Just About Time

Just exactly what is time…

To me I guess

Tis no more or less

An invention of one’s mind

Can one really stay

Or store time away

Save it up

For another day

Can one measure  what 

Does not exist

No! …No more than store

The morning mist

Are you wasteful when

You let time fly by

And once it’s spent

What did it buy

It has no substance

Less even than a ghost

Yet once it’s gone

Your days are done

And my friend 

You’ve become 

…toast…

Author's Note

Take your time with this one