Life On Time - Poem by Patti Masterman
Time is all that you and I possess
Just hours, minutes, seconds set aside
First here, now there..Currency dispensed:
Coinage of idea and mind, in which we confide.
Mixing of thoughts, in communal-vaulted time
To arrange, order, divide, dissect: Reveal
Forgotten epiphanies: leaps of faith
Recovered from the fantasy: the real.
Time, relentless benefactor, gives
The hours, minutes, seconds, one by one-
Are we, mere watchmen of the fragile trust
Till the getting and spending of all our days is done?
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