It's Periodical

There's something that is a really changing
and that, can also heal a broken heart,

some days, it's a moving tediously slow
other days, it'll tell you, you can't start.

Seems like folks are always running out of it
and, there's even an iced cold, Miller one,

it folds, and melds into some sort, of a kind of a table
yet, had to create different zones so we could get things done.

It's only but an increment of measure
but claims, all along to be on your side;

when your running late, it's totally of the essence
but, always remember that, from it you cannot hide.

It promises...never, ever to wait for no one
but, how could you know for sure, if only it can tell?

some days, you'll be the one to take one, out
but it's okay, everyone gets one, just as well.

I can remember in the day, we'd have to buy some
I've heard of others having to make their own,

on occasion, I've been told, I was in the nick of it
misbehave too bad, they'll make you do it all alone.

There may be weeks where, your paycheck will get over it
but in the same regard, it will still feel like it flew right by.

It's captured vividly, yet absent in each hourglass
so keep your head up, for there's always some left.....to make us, cry.