TimeA Poem by Megan Hardyperspective on time and/or events.
Time. Something given to us.
Now. Notion that's taken by time. What better times are coming? 'f we don't even have now? Mind is useless 'thout timing. It's not in your hands where's the time? Illusional seconds passing by the minute. Our rush hour just missed us by the minute. Minutes, how many seconds it takes to mean it. Minutes flew time is gone how did we kill it. Will we go to jail and do time, cause in due time. We'll relinquish the time we have right now. But they said time is money, so a few bucks can buy us a little bit of time. Perhaps we'll use it wisely this time. Maybe it won't take us a while to realize a true value of time. Cause time, after time we think we have a bit of time. A mistake we make from time to time. But no matter how many times we make it. We never truly understand the verdict. We fools, for thinking have now, something we can lose in a heart bit. I hope we'll open our eyes this time, and we'll never run against it. Cause it's getting laaaaaaate...while we tryna be floetic. If time could wait a sec, we'd have a minute to regret and an hour to regain our power to be anything we could be. © 2017 Megan Hardy |
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