Time is a constant.

Time is a constant.

It is not elastic, pliable like plastic

It marks change as it occurs

At a given rate.

It does not accelerate or degenerate

Wind down or mess around

With you on its hands

Not knowing whether to sit or stand

Bored with itself

Left on a shelf

Worrying about lonely hearts

And sell by dates

Meals for one off paper plates

But seen as a relative concept

You might just accept

It is not merely a norm or a given,

Although mobile

It is not tactile or virile

And not easily driven

But it can be watched,

Marked and checked,

Come to an untimely end

Stop when you least expect it.

It can move your feet

Make you march to a different beat.

Change the tempo,

Quick quick slow.

Feel the syncopation

Ruin a reputation.

It is more than a dance

It puts the mood

In romance.

Makes Sinatra swing

And whatever

Else it may bring,

The truth is

That time is the beginning

And ending of

Everything.