Use Time Well
Aware of time as it quickly fades
Ticking with each second wasted
Chimes the bell, “Use time well”
Hear it ring, “Of lost time I sing”
Speaks the grave, “Time is my slave”
Whispers man, “I have a plan”
Death resounds, “Soon in the ground”
Man replies, “How time flies”
Yells back time, “Your life is mine”
Ticking with each second wasted
And so on and on tolls the bell
“Use time well, use time well!”
©Use Time Well by~SBDMB (MM)
Southern By Design 
You are much better at poetry than me 🙂
Now, now… we all just say things differently 😉 But thank you! ❤️
I definitely say thing differently 🙂
Haha, yes but I do so enjoy the giggles that I often begin my day with! Specially as you write a word prompt piece in the fog of tiredness 😉
It’s kind of weird, I don’t always set out to be stupid and funny but the poems gravitate that way. I’ve sort of made a conscious effort to sit up to midnight and write some rhyming crap related to the prompt and then go to bed and see if a decent piece of text comes too me before the morning. It may not always be great and it might not be meaningful but I try to write something. I’m writing a filthy thing now.
Well I’d call it a “style” not stupid. And I enjoy it 😉 And haha…you and filth… 😉
Style’s a good word, doesn’t indicate good or bad 🙂
I do censor myself at times though 🙂
will come back go through the rest. I love sad poems