Concept of Time
A fabric of thought
A state of the unknown
A woven measurement called time
Alway moving forward toward infinity
No boundries, no mass,no form,
only the ticking of the clock
Or the rising and setting of the sun
or light and darkness
Makes us aware of change
Silently, it moves throughout the universe
Constant, steady, unseen, an unknown entity
A concept calculated by man
A fragment called time.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2008
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