Sonnet 74: Time - Poem by David Wood
If we could only see into the future
Like we can see our mistakes of the past
We could just be like the surgeon’s suture,
Cut out life’s mistakes with a stitch to last.
We could prevent bad things from happening;
Oh, then we'd know our whole life and its end!
And to most that would be quite startling
And could drive some people around the bend.
But Time is relentless, a one way street;
Better not to know what the future holds
Keeping life’s mystery each day we greet
The shocks and balances as life unfolds.
Time is constant, it moves at a set pace
As we all play our part in life’s great race.
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