Tick, tick, tick goes the hand of the clock.
A second, a minute, an hour and a day,
Tick, tick, tick – so goes today and tomorrow:
‘Now’ soon becomes ‘sometime ago’,
and when tomorrow swiftly passes away,
sad to say, many are always in an aftershock.
You will never find time for anything.
The clock just runs too fast, waiting for no one.
You must make time if you want to use it.
Don’t waste it if you want some left as credit.
Time flies. Now is the time for an action.
Its ‘now or never’, the time to make the cling.
You can always find time for what you want to do.
Who says that with a will, there is no way?
The easiest time to find is time for your own benefit.
The hardest is the time one for another to commit.
The door of time is wide and agape.
When it would close, it won’t give you a clue.
There is a time for everything, so the Holy writ says;
A time to cry or laugh, a time to stand or sit.
A time for talk or quiet , a time to sleep or be awake.
A time to build or destroy, a time for health or an ache.
A time to sow or reap, a time for loss or profit.
On this road to of life, there are many times, many ways.
Do one thing at a time, do it as if tomorrow won’t dawn.
Make the most of all that comes, and the least of all that goes.
The past has no use. When it goes, it does not return.
Just an advice: don’t dwell on it.It is a no good court adjourn.
The best you have is now. Don’t waste your life’s arrows
If you do, many things will bid you ‘bye’ anon.
Tick, tick, tick, so goes the hand of the clock,
It has taken a minute or two to read my poem.
Maybe you have learnt something, maybe not,
Its your choice, I have my own cup of tea that’s so hot,
I can’t help you manage your time even if I write an anthem.
Help yourself for tick, tick, tick goes the hands of the clock.
author: Tokunbo Ajewole
Originally Published: March 2, 2000