God's Own Time Zone Poem by Mark Heathcote

I haven't climbed mountains to be benevolent.
I haven't crossed this river to tie your shoelaces
I didn't fall in and out of love to become a pessimist
I didn't sleep to overlook you in wide-open spaces
I haven't walked over hot coals to wave goodbye
I didn't work my fingers to the bone, baring my soul
-my heart to learn or forget how to smile or cry
'God, I didn't cross this or any other Timezone
to be simply here or there, then live or die alone.'