It Is Time

It Is Time

Oh, time, where did you go?

I find myself fretting to and fro,

searching for that special place

where my heart can see your hidden face

only to find you’ve vanished without a trace.

You are untouchable, unapproachable, and certainly unstoppable.

You are sweet and sour,

a friend and foe 

oh time where did you go?

You are cruel and wasteful, 

tender yet graceful.

You’re like a vapor here one minute, gone the next.

Right now is all that counts;

what has passed we are unable to get back.

It is time to take stock before your hand stops my clock—

all the unfulfilled dreams rising up like ferocious screams.

Tick tock tick tock.

It is time these dreams I now unlock.

Yes, it is time, it is time.

Happy Thanksgiving to all. This is the very first poem I ever wrote. The inspiration for this poem came from a conversation I had about a year ago with my Aunt Mimi. With a tear in her eye, she said “honey where did the time go?” This Morning I read a poem called What The Living Do by Marie Howe. There is a verse in the poem that prompted me to post this it says, “We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss- we want more and more and then more of it.” This is so true! And it struck me the one thing we can not get more of is time! Little did I know less than year ago when Mimi said “ where did the time go” that she would be gone so soon. so, friends be wise with your time. Love like never before. Do those things you’ve been putting off. Forgive that person who is hard to forgive. ”In the time of my favor I heard you and in the day of salvation I helped you. “ I tell you, now is the time of God’s favor, now is the day of salvation. 2nd Corinthians 6:2