Old Time

All the time that’s been collected

We can freely leave unprotected

It cannot be stolen or sold

Diminishing in value as it gets old

Time isn’t our property

It’s not a bargaining chip or a surety

The time we use barely moves the needle

Of the clock that’s survived every upheaval

Its hands are the celestial constellations

That don’t change for millions of generations

Time fades when we enter a new reality

Where silence is the main invitee

The old clocks that are left behind

Will continue to tick away and remind

The watch collectors to come

Of evanescence and how easy it is to succumb