Time Is What It Is Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Time is constantly new, it never has a past, present or
future for it has no life or mortality, it is only what
it is and nothing else.

We humans give it credit for so many things throughout
they years that it really has nothing to do with, ponder-
ing and seeing how at times it flies from us instantly.

Sometimes lasting much longer than we wish it would, a
tangle of ideas, concepts and circumstances that neither
we nor time can control or give us more to spend.