Time Measurement

Time seems to swiftly move,
Having a tendency to behoove;
Keeps flowing continuously,
Traveling so fast as to flee.

No minute is ever the same,
As the last for us to proclaim;
Changing before your very eyes,
Replaced by another as it dies.

We base our time on a day,
As the earth just spins one way;
Breaking apart into twenty-four,
Equal hours of no less no more.

A month passes by as the moon,
Goes around the earth that soon;
And around the sun for a year,
Hurdling in space on this sphere.

For us time measures our lives,
How long on earth one survives;
But for God for as not to depend,
He is the beginning and the end.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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