A Time of Day
Then you saw me, now you don’t
When I’m close, a time of day
Goes much faster, but it won’t
When I’m sent away
Now more time surrounds you
And of course, more space
Doing what you ought to do
You don’t see my face
The whole difference of that
When I’m not around
A bit more of time you get
And a less of sound
You don’t have to speak and smile
You may laugh no more
You can walk a country mile
Like you did before
You preferred to sent me off
Cause I was too near
Probably this kept you of
Other things, my dear
Now you hide away your face
Through the day I think of you
Days slow down their pace
Like they used to do
When we gather, days speed up
Looks like life goes on
Faster, and each day erupts
In its own time zone
If sometimes you think of me
In the evening time
Call me on, and there I’ll be
At about nine.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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