Time

I don't know how I got this idea, but for me juggling a lot of words in this poem is fun.

I hate time so timid so shy

I love it so fast to fly

I hate time when it ring its bell

For fear what it might foretell

 

I hate time so vast and untapped

I love it somewhere where I might be trapped

For hate of time that it could possibly bear

I love it to be counted fair.

 

I love time so sweet and nice

I hate it when it  linger  in sight

For all doth  love  I once knew

I hate it, when hate is time’s due.

 

I hate time so weak and so frail.
And love to bend it in its immemorial sail

If one or more mortal knows its ending queue

I wonder what these mortals would tell or say.

 

Author's Note

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