Time

What is time….a minute…..hour……
Rushing by,,,,,,,,like a mighty river
To the sea…
Carrying you and me….
We can’t catch it….hold it…grasp it..
Running through our fingers…can’t we see?
Racing over lives….that cannot stop…
Unitil they drop…
Exhausted….bent..
And then…they realise that time is spent.
Precious….every second like ..a jewel..
Oh….aren’t we fools..?
How we have sent it running through our hands…
Like water….trickling into sand.
It disappears….
Just like the years….
Until we cannot even see..
Where it has gone…
Then we’re…undone…
To think…what we have wasted..
Hours fly….
They’ve just gone by…
We didn’t make the time…
To be an ear…
To listen to a fear….a joy…
That someone brought into our space…
We had to race…
And leave behind…an opportunity..
Another’s life..
A chance….to care.
We ran right by…and never saw..
A disappointed face…
We had to race…to the next thing.
No time to bring…a laugh…
A little joy…
We must get on…no minutes….no….
Not even one….
Until we view the broken fragments of the clock..
And get a shock….cant get it back…
There is a lack…
Of even glancing round to see….
If someone needed you or me.

Much love
Morvenna xxxxxx