Tennysonman

Time


Time we measure with a tick
It is time that plays this awful trick
Perception of it’s worth
Is our mistake
Time is a slippery snake

One minute is sixty ticks
How long is this, we make the fix
Our own perception's task
Covering us with its mask
Time is our friend or is our foe
Its time we must get to know

Time must be ours to control
It’s at the centre of our soul
To be its master will give us the lead
Time, take heed
Time Your in my sight.
I have you now, it’s such delight

I bend and I twist your timely form
Make you mine to conform.
I have you under my control
Finally completing my soul.

Comments1

  • b-LAH-que

    What an interesting concept, and expressed in my favorite form of poetry; rhyme. We'll done!



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.