Time Poem by dave lessard

Too may songs have died
to sing a new refrain
too many books were read
too many were the same.

But you have brought a freshness
to this weary heart of mine
a breath of new crisp air
and something like sunshine.

I'll take it slow this time
can't hurry things too fast
things need time to settle
if they are to last.

Too many days are gone
that simply do not matter
too many nights alone
with no social platter.

Things need time to heal
things need time to rest
if the heart repairs itself
time is what's the best.