Time - - -
Supposed to be the great healer,
The being with great feelings...
Lingers on - - and on, and
Never goes away...
It just stays, arms wrapped around me,
Holding me, helping me to see
That time, the great healer,
Never heals and goes away,
But stays nearby, bringing me gentle comfort,
And love, to smooth out my scars,
And friends, to hold me near and dear...
And courage, just to face...time,
The minutes, the hours, the days...
Weeks and months and years...
That I have needed
To heal this broken heart.
He has brought solace
For this poor wounded heart of mine,
And friends to bring me balm
To hide the soul-deep scars,
And has given me the gift most treasured -
Time...time to heal the wounds,
And time to dry the tears...
And, maybe, time to love again.
With Love and Grateful Thanks to my
Dear Friend, Ernestine Northover! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem