Time
Time,
You can't feel it,
But you can sense it.
Time,
It has no face or body,
But it is always talking to us.
Time,
It has not a beginning nor an end,
No age,
Yet it is something we consider both friend and enemy.
It is neither spiritual no a trained physician,
Yet it can either deepen any wound or heal it.
Time has be around sense before we where here,
And will be here long after we are gone,
Yet, we are always short of it.
It can neither run, fly, nor swim,
But we are always racing it.
Time chooses no side,
Yet we often are fighting time.
We spend hours on end trying to kill time,
Yet it is neither alive or dead.
Time,
We need it,
We race it,
We hate it.
It hurts us,
It heals us,
And it beats us.
Time.
You can't feel it,
But you can sense it.
Time,
It has no face or body,
But it is always talking to us.
Time,
It has not a beginning nor an end,
No age,
Yet it is something we consider both friend and enemy.
It is neither spiritual no a trained physician,
Yet it can either deepen any wound or heal it.
Time has be around sense before we where here,
And will be here long after we are gone,
Yet, we are always short of it.
It can neither run, fly, nor swim,
But we are always racing it.
Time chooses no side,
Yet we often are fighting time.
We spend hours on end trying to kill time,
Yet it is neither alive or dead.
Time,
We need it,
We race it,
We hate it.
It hurts us,
It heals us,
And it beats us.
Time.
posted by Poetic_bum at 1:51 p.m.
1 Comments:
thats a very cute story. And I can see where you can think that is profound. I always enjoyed hearing someone explain something to a child. They can always come up with such comments that I'd have to sit there and think about what they had said for hours until I could come up with some sort of piece on a subject, that though the child touched on, knew nothing about.
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