Time

Learning to love time

Time 

Oh, how sublime

But not when pressed

I find--when time is stressed 

gathering, scurrying to and fro

'ere time began my woe

All men race against the grain

Time, should for us be gain 

Like a race in which there seems no end 

Still my place in time I will defend

Time

Oh, how sublime. 

Even when repressed,

I find--like day depressed. 

Time, you see, has strong claim over dawn and dusk, 

Leaving me behind, barely a husk. 

Day begins even when morning takes the place of night

Early morning--when no bird can sing for lack of light.  

Oh, how I wish time could be stopped or reset, If only not spent. 

But Time, never will you relent. 

Time

Oh, how sublime.

My time now blessed,

I thought--Time once oppressed

but now I see, gifts you gave, even to my death

You lead me to my final, aching breath

Memories and the like, Time you see,

Passes them on from you to me.

Time, your gifts are sweet

As my days are gone, treat

though they were to me, 

memories given from thee

are sweeter now, to reflect and sing,

Than--when in those times--my laughter would ring. 

Author's Note

I know its not perfect or anything but it's from the heart...or mind I guess
THANKS FOR READING

Reviews

[A.G.]

(: I really liked this poem and its flow. unique and original. great write!
-Angelina

[C. James Snyder]

I enjoyed this. The rhyme scheme bounced along quite nicely and you bring up some points we should all reflect on. Time waits for no one, but it always seems to drag you to new experiences, perspectives, and paths, for which, you end up grateful.

[Meerie_EJ]

Thanks for the awesome review!