Time Zones Poem by Sandra Feldman
Time Zones
Time zones, three,
Past, Present and Future,
Conjugate, Me or Us,
If you've lost your loves,
You live in the Past,
If your young,
And have not loved,
You live in the Present,
And the Future?
None of the above,
That uncertain nebulous,
Of when the World,
Was not yet formed,
And there was no love,
Is what the Future
Is made of.
Where hope,
May still exist.
is
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4/18/2024 11:02:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Love your vocabulary, Sandra. Nebulous, conjugate, are the kind of words that set a poem on fire. Your look at the three time zones [clever] was unique and thought provoking. Again an excellent piece of work! 10's raining down on this lovely worded poem.