Time has become a recurring theme in my writing. From a play and a song written about Time Goes On to other it is a word that appears frequently. Many moons ago the following two poems came about in a short period and gave me pause for thought.
Time #1
Time my friend
like waves rushing over still rocks
etches its enamoured memories
across forgotten faces
tracing for all to see
that, where minds rarely wander
heeding all calls to cover up
and eluding that which we hope to see
Time,
an unforgiving enemy
whose chief talent is patience
in a never ending sea of uncertainty
whose lifestyle has never changed
In the face of new challenges
whose boundaries have been tested
and stand the test of time
Time,
the ultimate creator
who knows no greed
whose crimes are faceless
whose final goals are always met
Time,
the beginning
and the end
the father
the son
and the holy ghost
Time
Time #2
Time Has Come
Time has passed
and time is on its way
Time is what you wanted
Time should come to stay
Time
and Time
and time again
You wished for things you couldn’t control
If only time had shown you
Where to take your stroll
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