Time

The poetry of the COVID era I spend my time within four walls My time runs, my time crawls It ebbs and flows, but cannot stay It talks to wise, it flies away Time envelops, leaves marks on thee And when imprisoned, sets us free In trying times, time stands still It rarely bows to human will We’re made of time. What a rave It’s our master, we're slaves Life’s just a view through times' glass You don’t get a second pass The greatest gift to give is time Think otherwise is simply crime Mourn time lost, as seconds die We don’t have the time to cry It’s ours when we are alone And shared with those on the phone The mirrors, pictures, also kids Reflect how fast the time skids Exchanged for money in our youth “I want more time” is elders’ truth In memories, both sweet and not It lives. Now, what a timely thought The sculptor’s putty in our hands We shape the time with our plans Invest in kids or write the code It gifts us wings and tells the road It gives us hope when we’re stuck Lets grow together when in luck And when it ends, defying death Say “t’was great time” with final breath April 5, 2020 New York, USA © 2020