What about this curious line,
‘Why on Earth do we have time?’
Simple question, not perverse,
Applies throughout this Universe.

Our neighbour with its Martian hours, ensures a day and year like ours.
On Venus all is in arrears, as days are longer than the years.
While Saturn, Jupiter compare, with less than half the day we share,

Confusing concepts grow apace,
With galaxies in deepest space.
Those images received today, may be of stars long gone away.
Light years reveal a scale beyond the thinking of which most are fond.

Where does that leave us?
What does it mean?
While matters astronomic, the cosmos can define,
The use of intuition may help us redefine.

As often thoughts are heaven sent,
If time is sort of given,
It surely must be meant.

Is time presented with freewill, to see how much we shall fulfil?
Should we use it wisely soon or while away each afternoon?
Yet often we are well aware there’s seldom little time to spare.

Recall how passing days and years
Bring hopes and chances, also fears.
Time is for experience; to learn, create, define.
It allows us opportunity, our spirit to refine.

A simple finite purpose, not for planets to compare.
To seize each fleeting moment or be peacefully aware.
Draw breath consider purpose, to enhance the needs of soul.

With selfless love ascendant, the timeless spirit goal.

See time as friend, not endless foe,
Its role allows the truth to show.
Many rush though not the few,
What next will time reveal to you?