Philosophical

Than the flash of light, 
It takes its speedy flight, 
Once it is in sight, 
And in it you delight, 
Then it moves so fast, 
And its there in you past. 
 
It’s never enough, 
You cannot in it bluff, 
It is delicate and tender, 
But never a moment ponder, 
If you do, it’ll strike you like thunder, 
And you’ll find yourself six feet under. 
So cease the moment also the day, 
Spend wisely hard as it may, 
Therein lies your desired treasure, 
If spent well, you’ll in it pleasure. 
It is to life prime, 
Its your friend-enemy, its called time.

Your frenemy.