P.H.Rose

First for a while... A conversation with time.

A conversation with time.

 

Do I sit down or shall I stand,
Mister who\'s name rhymes with dime.
I have a few questions to ask of you sir,
Of days, of lines and of silent minds.
Do you stop, do you go,will you hide, when days are slow.
Are you solid, are you mass, do you move, do you pass.
Will you change when you get old
Where do you go when life you fold.
Are you father or are you friend,
Do you break or do you bend.
Are you good or are you bad.
Happy or just sometimes sad.
Are you enough when this road ends,
Is it possible that from you, I can lend.
Are you healer, can you bestow,
day or night of this life\'s flow.
Are you a calendar or are you a clock,
Maybe a date, but more likely a dot.
Are you an evening or are you an era,
You could be an eternity but I think your possibly an end.
You are today and also tomorrow
You are my happiness but also my sorrow.
No sound from you, save a tic and a toc ....
As I watch your hands move, around my life clock....
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