Time

A Poem by Tomahawk Joe

Time what a mysterious thing it can be. Nothing to touch nothing to see. Yet it constrains us in so many ways measured in hours minutes and days.It makes us beholden to schedules we keep and the things we do. Like wake, eat and sleep.

© 2013 Tomahawk Joe

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Added on June 27, 2013
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Tomahawk Joe

carl junction, MO

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