Time
By Poet
Time flew,
I saw it sprout wings
And soar like an eagle.
Away from me,
Not in my favor.
I longed for it to freeze,
I begged it in fact,
But as everyone knows,
Time does not hear,
Nor can it speak,
Making us feel
Overwhelmingly weak
Time is not male
Or female,
It is known by only one name.
Its personality
Is unique.
Time does not hear
To the cries of men,
Asking it to stop.
We expect it to bend over
And bow to us
Obeying every command..
Time does not hear,
Feel or need.
Time is a blessing
Time is a gift.
Use it to love and give.
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