Time Poem by gemma cadd

I never appreciated time until it became the future.

Until it made mountains sink,
Turned stone to dust,
Day to night,
Dawn to dusk.

We say we never have time to do what we want,
And that creates pressure,
hopelessness,
pain.

But without the shifting sands of the hourglass
How can we appreciate overcoming the pressure,
The hopelessness,
The pain,
The time.

Time that everyone hates,
Loves,
Forgets.
When caught up in passion,
In pain,
In love,
In sorrow.
Knowing a loved one's time had run out,
Ended in the blink of a moment,
A memory,
A dream.
No,
A nightmare.

I never appreciated time until it became the past.