Opportunity by Ronald Ong.

Opportunity

For thy forsaken,
Under the silver moon,
Many a time,
As Father Time slithered by.

Unwavering,
Uncompromising,
Yet steadily and surely,
Like quiksliver trickled drops.

Yet in this petty hourglass,
A nominal yet sometimes unprized posession envelops,
Ever so menacing,
As its cold white eyes reflect.

Ashes to dust,
Strings to rust,
Anger to lust,
I'm tempted to rhyme with bust.

Live!
For no other day,
Could have been like today,
Nor tomorrow.