T-I-M-E Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

T-I-M-E



Easily measured,
not clearly defined

Often lamented,
more often unkind

Its loss we all mourn,
searching heaven to find

The time to become
—a new past to rewind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)

Thursday, September 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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