‘Once upon a time’ did start the tale,
Of the rich man that gave each his servants talents.
Some used it well over time and was rewarded in talents,
One saved it well over time and lost all he ever had.
In no time did the tale get over.
Time and tide never waited it did ever,
Stories were told and songs were sung.
The sun rose and the day rung,
The sun set and the night was flung,
On people who simply rose and fell.
Seasons went by though cyclically,
Yet time kept on marching forward ceaselessly.
Earnestly and diligently did he work each day,
To do those things he wanted to do someday,
Dreams and hopes he had many,
He was eager and he had the way,
It was easy for him to start them quickly,
He did not know if he could complete them quite easily,
For time was his friend and his enemy.
He did not know whether to trust it come what may.
When he needed time, he do not have any,
When he did not need time, he did have many.
With time everything will be alright,
Said the seer to the impatient man in his youth,
He wasnt ready to accept the commandment,
Hot blooded and never without remorse,
He did not heed the advice and went on his way,
He did the unthinkable and realised his folly,
Wasted was he as he spent the rest of his time.
As a man can change his image in front of others,
He can never change his time that shows his image over the years.
Listen my dear friend, your time is your talent,
Use it wisely and you will be given more,
Dont be foolish not to use it judiciously ever,
You use your time well and you will be blessed many times over.
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