SERVING TIME.

I make the most of each twinkling minute
When I am spinning my plans,
And much from the stuff’s that’s presented
To be the best that I can;

More of the matter that’s handy is used
When I am fusing ideas,
And no opportunity’s omitted
When whittling frontiers.

And there’s nothing for chance’s prehension
To make fences with later,
And nowhere for fate’s politicians
To finish their debates.

And prayers and all those that uphold them
Can be folded away,
For there’s more need of firm understanding
Than demands from the layman,

For the instant is hereby insistent,
And is issuing pleas,
And only those few with a rule book
Can look after its deeds.

And although I don’t know time’s location
It’s my aim to placate it,
For what other purpose is worth
Our surplus of waiting.