It's About Time
Time Is….
Ethereal and immaterial,
as a wisp of vapour
Untenable, impalpable,
as thoughts in the mind
Indescribable, invisible,
yet worth more than treasure
Ne’er carried with one,
yet ne’er truly left behind
Oft times borrowed to live on
Oft times spent in haste
Oft times forgotten or foregone
Oft times given to waste
Time can be given as a loan to a friend
Can be borrowed just as well
Time Can be given and time can be taken
And Time can be Heaven or Hell
Time moves so slowly
When we’re in a state of anticipation
Yet moves far too fast
When we’re enjoying exhilaration
Time can be measured quite exactly,
As a second, a minute, or a day
Even though exactly, what it truly is,
no one exactly, can truly say
While it can’t be seen, described, or held in your hand
There’s one thing we do know for sure
When you use up your share and it starts running out
That’s the time we’ll always want more
Time touches us all with it’s almighty hand
And it’s effects, are so impossible to resist
So strange to be so immaterial, and yet so very grand
Time absolutely, and most truly…simply does not exist!
poem by David Whalen
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