(Poem) Time


 

Time

 

To each of us time is the teller of all things

Our life begins with a slap to our bottoms

Then ends with a breath as we lay dying

What do we do in between with this gift of love

Defines who we are and what we’ve become

 

 

Time is endless in space, but not for us specks of sand

Our time is given by Grace from our Creator above

But how do we repay those gifts of this unconditional love

Time marches on yet and not for any one of us will it wait

 

 

What we do with our time is the tale of our Judgement’s fate

Weather we be good or be evil we each on our own decide

Do we spend our time wisely, or like some fool living a lie

In our life we have freedom to choose if to die once, or to die twice

Time marches on and from our own Judgement none of us can hide

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