Time

What is Time But existence clocked Hands and face Always watched. Dictates our sleep Our working lives Who dies Who thrives. The dial of life Rules us all Some bored Some have a ball. Minutes and hours tick away Here today, gone yesterday Time is a gift, we only borrow Time will determine who is here tomorrow. The fortunate, their time joyfully spent The worst of us, will time repent Either or can't undermine The power of Father Time.

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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser

Date: 5/12/2015 8:51:00 PM

James very reflective.. time is teaching us lessons to value moments we spend... for in a minute, a day or so may change the turns of your life.~olive eloisa xx

James Fraser
Date: 5/13/2015 3:04:00 PM

Time ticks for I and someone special to enter our tomorrows to begin to live, to never sieve, and back we'll give as our appreciation for meeting. Hugs always, James xx

Bianca Reyes

Date: 5/31/2009 6:09:00 PM

i like the 4th stanza james. time moves so fast we barely notice. i learned from this that we should grasp every moment and make it a memorable part of our life. nice poem, one of my faves. ~Andrea Bianca

Date: 5/25/2009 3:19:00 PM

Yes, the time seems to tick faster these days as people try to cram twelve hours of stuff into eight. Your point that time is a gift and should be treasured is a wonderful message. Too often we spend too much of fretting over things that are not important. This is a timeless poem. Thank you for sharing it. Karen