Back to time

A short poem from the heart of Father Time after losing time itself.

I feel I need to learn again, the art of keeping time. My only wish is to reclaim what once was rightly mine. I once travelled whenever I wished, while now I wander in this abyss. My body vies to again control the one very thing that made me whole. Of all the things I'd feel sublime, to learn again, this art of mine.