No, I won’t cease

Yes, I won’t stop

Maybe you know me

As the face of a clock

I am like a river,

I have a flow

You can go with me,

Or against my current you can row

I can drag

And I can fly

I can pass in the blink of an eye

I’m what some people have to live by

I’m quite old,

Yet ever young

My name is frequently uttered

By the tongue

“Hey, what time is it?” Or

“Look at the time! I’m late for work!”

I also prove tedious

For those whose duties they shirk

I am the beginning and end of all

I silently watch as empires rise and fall

I observe the patterns in the ways of the world

Much like needlework, maybe slightly unfurled

Though not alive, I have hands and a face

Like the wind, I’m never just in one place

Although it is said that I can stand still

You’ll never really catch me until

No, never mind, you just can’t catch me

I’m what some like to call ‘free’

Others say that I am money

I’ve always found that rather funny

For the one thing that I truly am

Is simply just my name

Time