Time

A Short poem on what time is to us.

Time is like the ocean
Or the open sky
To our eyes
Bountiful yet vanishing
Never can have enough, Always wanting more
We try to maximize it, try to utilize it
And like the sky and open ocean
We misuse it
Yet time is ours
For the taking
All we have to do
Is enjoy what we can of it
For you never know
When your time will run out.