The Precisionist

Postpone or defer More or less the same Does not matter Our ways- Do come Pleasures and displeasures Sorrow and joy Smiles and tears Clasp or ignore them See you morrow – or after Well past a day Springing forth another So goes life everyday Deferring something or other And the time steals by Transporting us to his door He is an artist Carefully distinct Infallible and definite Majestic and stately Neither a friend nor an enemy Towards the end of life’s journey He does give us his kind company Little known of haste or his sloth Silences all with tip-toe stealth And best known for fidelity Therefore I am Bowing down to his civility For he does tell us time from eternity…………