“The gods of Time” by Joe Thomas

Since ancient times, there have been rhymes
‘Bout years and months and weeks

The gods, it’s said, did rest in bed,
While dawn—its coming seeks

And gods gave names, to each their day
In honor of their deeds,

The sun, the moon, and all their host
In fear, the gods, man heeds.

But man was wise, he cursed the skies
And squandered time, ‘twould seem

Each day, a day, no less, no more
Self-gratitude, his dream

“What time there is, it is my own,
I serve no other host”

“Save to my own, and glories known
It’s I and mine to boast”

With fists of rage, they did engage
And man he was assailed

Without delay, defeat gave way,
The gods of time prevailed

As seasons pass, and youth crevassed
When age has taken toll

When days are treasured, and sternly measured
As life, the time had stole

Each day like gold, reflects the old
How precious are they to him,

The gods of time, now bathed in rhyme,
Hear sonnet, lyric, and hymn.

But Friend, a day, is not a day,
With One so tried and true

One single gift, I wholly lift
The time that’s spent with You!