It Is Time Poem by Neet Baker

Lost in a mire of rancid dis-content
Enslaved in a world of misery and loss…
Azure sky beckons but we never see
What we have had is worth more when its gone…

Where are you now, this time that is lost
Can we ever return to claim it…
Will we ever regret, repent at our cost?
Is there a way back
Through these endless shadows…

Do you lie with regrets in your mind?
Now that the end is so near?
Do you long to wander through emerald fields
Now the strength is gone
And the mind lingers on…

How we view time... a fleeting whisper
Abuse it and waste it and then mourn its loss…
As the dark clouds form overhead
And the dark denizen of night intervenes
When then will we wear purple
And set our minds free?