An old man named Kronos

He brought it on the Earth.

We use it every moment

Ever since we have born.

We measure it in units

That only us we know.

Seconds are for hug

A minute is for thought.

A day is for a celebrate

Weeks are for commemorate. 

Months are for procreation.

Years for the candles on a cake.

Now we have to cherish it

Because it’s something free

To spend it wise and clever.

That is the TIME for me.


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