Time after Time
Time out of mind
No Time like the present
Time flies
Time waits for no one
Wasting Time
Making up Time
Who’s got the Time
Time’s right
Time’s wrong
Time’s up
What is Time
anyway
But a tool
To say where
We are in
This second
This minute
In this day
A way to assign
Value, to
Know what is new and
What to get rid of
As fake as Splenda
And not quite as sweet
Each clock’s tick
A new brick
Trapping us behind
Walls of fear, sloth
And arrogance
Each cry for
More Time a
Reflection of
Self-deception
As we vainly refuse
To make Time
For Time
Yet still we honor Time
With the fear and awe
We once saved for our gods
All now lying at the feet of Time itself
Weak, irrelevant or dead
We have faith in Time
In a world where belief is belied
By the reality of fake news
Where Truth seems only to exist with a Capital T
Time is the only thing
Worth the effort
Promising a new day
A new hour
A new minute
A new second
Of grace
Time…
Real as a
Beating heart
a first kiss
a last breath
…is a
Door always open
To the possibility
of HOPE
It’ll come
Just give
It Time.
Fifty and Counting 