Time Away
I am told that Time
are increments...the
happy man counts
his by kisses – a family
hour, a dream for the
thrifty~ wise, a short REM
seeming somehow linked
to greater eternity –
I am told that Time
is precious – or burden
to those without Power,
to those hungry –
alone as empty and sad
Time with God I've never
found wasted...
Though I've managed
good use of all these
Time away from you
has always been, pure hell....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023
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