I Have No More Time Really Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

I find I have no more Time really
To let Anger in and do some chatting
Or with Grudge have some repartee -
I think we had our permanent parting.

Nasty Ridicule has never been here
We were not such good friends, you see
And whenever Sarcasm comes to appear
He gets no cordial attention from me.

Conflict never made first base, I find
He has no appointments and cannot come
My heart's room can house only thoughts Kind
Forgiveness holds the key to welcome some.

I find I have no more days really
So I schedule each day as my probable last
Today Death can come uninvited to me
So my clean heart for me is a must.