MASTER OF TIME

I know where the snow comes from, I know, I know.

But where does the time go?

In front of us, behind us, time has come and gone.

Where does it go though?

Is there a Master of TIME and he controls it?

Does he store the unused time in tiny bottles?

Does he recycle the minutes, hours, days?

While I have time today and a cup of coffee,

Can someone please tell me where the time goes?