Time Has Her Own Way
She is always running along …
She was a beauty,
at certain times of the day,
in the early morning,
just as the sun was dawning,
so very bright,
like a red round orb,
popping up into the sky.
When the rains came,
she could be dark and brooding,
but only until the rainbow –
stretched across the sky.
In the afternoon golden,
so very mellow,
as long shadows began to form,
so very quiet was she,
waiting for the sun to set
and purple twilight to come.
In the evening,
as the light of day,
now became the dark of night,
silent moments,
would slide by –
when it came to love.
She could be a jealous mistress,
who never allowed lovers,
the chance to spend,
too many hours together.
She was often fast,
sometimes also slow,
she would run along,
with the seasons
and never seemed to save enough,
hours, minutes and seconds,
but she would always be there –
be it morning, noon or night.
Poetic muses would find a way,
to keep her at bay,
in the long, dark night,
as poets inspired,
spun their magic,
upon pages and pages,
until the light of day.
Some people had enough of her
and some would want to find more,
she could be lazy,
and she could get people working hard.
There are people who complain,
about how to spend what she offers
and those that just take it in stride.
Singers sing about her
and what she means to them,
hours spent with lovers,
days roaming with friends,
taking turns dancing in the dark
and dreaming by candlelight.
She never ever wavers,
always running along,
never ever stopping,
so many can’t catch up,
but it’s comforting to know,
that she will always be there,
she is just wonderful,
in her own way –
she is time.
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Very cleverly written and a joy to read. I love it, Rasma. Well done.
Thank you, Phyllis.
Nicely rendered and enjoyed, Rasma. Cheers!
Thank you, Tony.
Excellent work Rasma. Time sure does have her own way.
Thank you, Paul.
I am happy that time allowed me to read your beautiful poem.
Thank you, Susan.