Time To Go
Time can be a minute
Or it can be an hour
Days, weeks, years, decades
Time itself is a power
Sometimes the dawn of morning
Or heat of afternoon
The setting sun of evening
The light of the midnight moon
Time can be prehistoric
Or after Christ to me
It can be metaphoric
Or name the crown of a King
Time is like a baby
wrapped in swaddling cloth
Unaware of its surroundings
Except for food and warmth
It could be a city
Or it could be a street
With each of its destructions
Making a time complete
There was the time of the waltz
Before the band was complete
Afterward followed the Jitterbug
And fast movement of the feet
There are times of war
And there are times of peace
Earthquakes and depressions
Affecting the rich and weak
There are times of assurity
And there are times of doubt
In the times of obscurity
Tears of unknown amount
Time when a mans security
Is the measure of his account
And yet when mans security
Amounts to his ability to shout
There are moments when
Time can’t be measured
Leaveing us to pout
Pressure of solution bring answers out
Love and hate the measurement
A finite or infinite amount
Yet time is actions pleasure
When truth of day comes out
A time and times a measure
When God calls you out
A judgment time will measure
Leaving time itself out
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