Song, Dance, Rhythm, Rhyme:..

The song, the dance, the rhythm, the rhyme,
sounds of bells echoing with their chime,
all things make good in some time.

Some would say, a passive crime
if not for things ripe in prime
the song, the dance, the rhythm, the rhyme.

When everyone must make the climb
and never stop on a dime
all things make good in some time.

Never like a silent mime
and never sour like lime
the song, the dance, the rhythm, the rhyme.

Quick, something else that rhymes with time,
nothing else?! How about meter?
All things make good in some time.

So maybe now this poem teeters,
it really didn't get much sweeter.
The song, the dance, the rhythm, the rhyme,
all things make good in some time.