Below is the poem entitled Time which was written by poet
Timperley. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Time on our hands? Time to relax,
Time to sunbathe with the sun on our backs.
Time is something that makes us worry,
Time is short so we have to hurry.
Time is something that passes by,
Time is said to sometimes fly.
Time is abused every day,
Time is lost when it's thrown away.
Time is unique, each second is new,
Time you can use but never renew.
Time is never repeated, of this I am sure,
Time is something we must all endure.
Time seems to pass quick when your late for a train,
Time seems to pass slow when you are in pain.
Time first came to be at the point of creation,
Time will cease at anhillation.
© Dave Timperley 2011