Passion For Time Poem by RAJ NANDY

PASSION FOR TIME
All my life I had taken it for granted,
I could waste it, or use it, as I had wanted!
Those days it had hardly occurred to me,
That one day time would run out, -
and begin to elude me!
Now having crossed five score and ten,
How much of it is left, only time could tell!
As I continue to draw, read, compose and
write,
Trying to look always at time’s brighter side!
Days and hours grow precious as I ripen with
time,
Life begins to taste more delicious like vintage
wine!
As the wall clock in the hallway begins to
chime,
All that I have now - is my love for rhyme;
All that I am left with - is my passion for time!

-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
22 Nov 08