A Matter Of Time Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

A Matter Of Time



Time in a bottle;
sands of time
running out of time.
IF there is
a time to be born
and a time to die,
is there enough time
and for what?
Is time on my side;
is it friend
or enemy?
And why is it getting faster
while I am getting slower,
and
what is that
infernal ticking?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 21 February 2011

I really love this, Carolyn.

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