If Time Were Ours

If time were ours, would we be glad
  Would we fill it up with plans and things
    Would we spend time wisely, or go mad
If time were ours...

I know that singers would endless sing
  I know that clowns would always be sad  
    I know that to you I'd always cling
If time were ours...  

Would cruel tyrants be swiftly unclad
  Would people proclaim that God is King
    Would we all link, arm-in-arm, comrades
If time were ours...
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Krutsinger Avatar
June 28, 2019 at 4:39 AM
I do like this one. I am going to be trying a roundel now; I like it. It reads like a song.
Wolf Avatar
June 28, 2019 at 10:12 AM
Looking forward to your roundel(s), CK. ~ gw
Iqbal Avatar
June 27, 2019 at 7:29 PM
Keep writing sir! Really enjoying your work
Wolf Avatar
June 27, 2019 at 9:00 PM
I will definitely keep writing, Shiraz. Glad you enjoy the poems. Appreciate your support! Best wishes, gw
Laurie Avatar
June 27, 2019 at 6:29 PM
Hello Gershon … enjoy your verse Gershon. I most certainly gave me food for thought about what I have done with my time - thanks Gershon - Lindsay
Wolf Avatar
June 27, 2019 at 6:46 PM
Lindsay, the feeling's mutual. I think that your narratives are just great, so gripping...And please dine at my food-for-thought table as often as you'd like. Hope that I'll be up to providing solid fare for you! :) gw
Rose  Avatar
June 27, 2019 at 5:47 AM
We are truly blessed to be given personal time, nice poem Gershon.
Wolf Avatar
June 27, 2019 at 9:41 AM
Thank you so much for the view and your viewpoint about time, Pixie. Much appreciated. Best wishes, Gershon
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