Time Poem by Thomas Noel Smith

Time



There isn’t time enough
Not for me, not for you
No time in the morning
To share, or glimpse one fleeting look at you
As you lie dreaming angel-like
In my bed, your soft hair spread like a seductive web
Across the pillow…
A child in woman’s garb
A woman with a child’s innocence
But I haven’t time to look, to see.

I rush to my work
No time to care, no time to breathe,
No time to be human,
No time, no time, no time.

Mountains of paper, hills of trash
Written reports filed, forgotten
Man’s monument to man—
Mountains of shredded paper.

Now home to the peace
Of love and rest.
No time to love, no time to rest.
Eat, rush, television on.

No time for you
No time to touch
No time for love

And the years flow by in an endless stream.
No time to dream, no time to hope,
No time.
And the mother earth welcomes you home
Down into her gaping mouth
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes
May God have mercy on your soul.
Goodbye my love.
No time to cry.
Sorry you’re gone
I miss you so.
I could have loved
But there wasn’t time,
No time to love, no time to lose,
No time to mourn, no time to laugh….

Sorry my dear
Wish you were here.
If I’d only known
How precious you were
I’d have found the time.

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