JohnToporek

(Cedar Lake, Indiana, USA)

The Perfect Time - Poem by JohnToporek

When is the perfect time to go,
neath scorching sun or frigid snow,
while there is dew upon the grass.
When is the perfect time?
When is the perfect time to leave,
on Christmas Day or New Years Eve,
on one day in years of four.
When is the perfect time?
When is the perfect time to say
your last goodbyes on that last day,
and will you speak to those who care
When is the perfect time?
When is the perfect time to leap,
while in full stride or in your sleep,
while losing yours to save a life.
When is the perfect time?
The season won't be right to go
and Holidays just mark your leave
there's always one more phrase to say
there is no greater way to go.
There is no perfect time.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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