THE POINT OF TIME

THE POINT OF TIME From the initial first breath to the very last Is a life that has to be given room to grow And time to think, if only to know oneself The future beckons yet recognises the past Realising those things that one might know Nothing is to be ignored or left on a shelf They say that time can be the great healer But only if pain or damage has been done Yet sometimes that’s the basis of learning When experience becomes a true revealer And the acquisition of knowledge is begun Feeding the flames when fire starts burning But then, in time, when days grow shorter And one sees others only half way there Children are in blissful ignorance, it seems Perhaps descendants of a son or daughter Life experience, it’s almost a duty to share Among the facts, leave room for dreams