Unfathomable Time

It hangs above all our heads,

While often slipping by unnoticed.

Our lives can hold a little,

Or a lot.

Sometimes we find it good,

And sometimes bad.

The point is not the quality,

Or quantity that each one gets,

Or that all are subjected to it's passing.

Rather, in the end the question is,

Have we wasted it,

Or invested it wisely?

~Yours Truly~

I've always said I could not write poetry though all of my siblings and both of my parents do. I enjoy writing riddles however, so I decided to combine the concept of free verse with a riddle. What do you think? More importantly, what is the poem speaking of?