Time Flows

We always remember at the final hour,
time runs by, and soon too late.
Without time, we have no more power.
 
We wait, until the bell rings on the tower,
the clock, slowly, begins to rotate.
We always remember at the final hour.
 
We don’t care, until the food gets sour,
the cost of what we lost, is far too great.
Without time, we have no more power.
 
We wonder, where is the mower,
as the grass grows, at a rapid rate.
We always remember at the final hour.
 
We realize, only when no more flowers grow,
the vast amount of damage that was created.
Without time, we have no more power.
 
When it is time, it will be our
job, to be awake before the final gate.
We always remember at the final hour,
without time, we have no more power.