Poetry Title: Time

What is time that a lifetime should pass me by?

Is it the amount of space that moves with the wind?

Or is time an accumulation of sin?

Is it a season thing that activates change?

Or is it the movement of one's age?

Is time contingent upon one's own perception?

Or is it a matter of cognitive deception?

If time is standard for all, then why does it take so long to wait  for an anticipated time?

Perhaps you're waiting for a loved one to come home, or you're waiting for the right one, which is technically unknown

When that time finally comes, which seemed like forever, why does it go do fast? like some may say, beautiful weather.

Therefore, what is time?

All of this waiting, and then our time is up

and another generation is ready to conjure up, then all thats left is our legacy, or nothing at all unless you've compiled a treasury.


Renee Denobrega RN
www.total-nursingcare.com