Time

Time is immeasurable, no bottle can hold
Something so precious, worth more than gold.
People don't realize just what Time's worth,
They take it for granted, until a death or birth.
We see each day as hours and minutes,
Scheduling our lives and setting our limits.
We rush through each day, Life with no meaning,
Attention unpaid to details and seeming
To go as a blur, to end suddenly,
But without Time, where would we be?