Time

It's nothing solid yet used to structure our life,
Ages of eternity are filled with love and strife.




Written August 27, 2012
For Black Eyed Susan’s Contest
“Time” a rhyming couplet

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Michael J. Falotico

September 6, 2012 at 5:43 PM

Sweet write on Time Lee. Well done. Wishing you all the best in the contest. Luv n hugs Michael

Cindy Cayton

September 2, 2012 at 11:41 AM

very true in many ways. Thanks for sharing your gift~ Cindy Lu

S.Jagathsimhan Nair

August 31, 2012 at 3:40 AM

Eternity of Love and strife, very true, Lee, good luck in the contest..thanx for your pleasant visit, hugs! Jag

Andrea Dietrich

August 30, 2012 at 2:49 PM

Lee, you said it's dry where you are. remind me where you are!! well, I have to get home very soon and leave this computer. I hope I can find a poem of yours to read, a new one for me!!

Lee Ramage

August 30, 2012 at 3:10 PM

I live in Ontario, around Niagara Falls, its been a hot dry summer for us. Lee

Joy Wellington

August 30, 2012 at 9:58 AM

Thanks for your comments on my poem Silence, Lee...I know that there are some very hungry people out there, sometimes even next door to us and we don't even care...I wish some one who has the means would start a feed-the-hungry mob flash. So much for wishing, all the best in the contest. One love. Joy Wells

Ronny Madonsela

August 30, 2012 at 6:51 AM

Love it, All the best for the contest

Karen Croft

August 28, 2012 at 6:33 PM

good luck in the contest!! and thank you for all your continued reading of my work

Sara Kendrick

August 28, 2012 at 3:32 PM

Interesting thoughts penned..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Thanks for your time spent reading and commenting on my work..Sara

Jack Horne

August 28, 2012 at 11:46 AM

Yes, this is so true, Lee. Congrats on all your wins, my friend : ) My monk poem was about an entity which an old neighbour told me she'd seen - her husband died a month later

Lee Ramage

August 28, 2012 at 11:55 AM

Aw that makes sense, so spooky. great poem. Thanks for your kind words. Lee