That Time As We Know It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.

There are those awaiting,
For that right time to come.
That right time to do as one wishes,
To put off to do and get those things done.

That right time to collect,
What it is that is needed believed to perfect...
A happiness surrounded with,
An exactness to accept.

Dictated and controlled as one expects!

I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.

Yet...
That right time that begins for them,
Is as elusive as promises anticipated and made.
When God gives us time,
None of it can be saved.

Nor does that time God gives,
Contemplates in hesitation waiting.

I wish there was another process,
To approach...
To go about this.
But there isn't one as an option.