Time Poem by Crystal Tutson

Time is like a snail
Like a cold day in hell
Slowly passing by
Like watching a widow swing at a fly

Time can be like the thunder
Rolling and echoing like anger from up yonder
Cruel and heartless, taking souls before the hour
Reminding us that even with our lives we don't have the power

Time can then speed by like that of sound
Quickly aging the young ones around
Before you look up you say there goes time
Quickly to follow, there went my mind

But as of now…

Time is like a snail
Like a cold day in hell
Slowly passing by
Like watching a widow swing at a fly