TIME

 Time

Once upon a time,

I wrote a poem about time,

stating that there was a time,

when,

there was no such thing, as 

time…..

and now our very lives, 

are all about time.

Time for this, 

time for that,

whether there’s enough time, or 

should we make time, 

whether there’s time,

or not.  

We’ve discovered that some things, 

are timeless, whereas

some things, 

are time limited.

There’s breakfast time,

tea time,

dinner time,

supper time, and

the time in between. Then, 

there’s bedtime, time to 

shut your eyes, and

for a time,

forget about time. And then,

it’s time to rise and shine.

Time, time, time,

everything is about time, until

one day,

we run out of time. Our clock, 

has chimed, 

it’s very last last time, 

leaving just enough time, to say 

goodbye,

one last time.

Time

There was a time,
when the passing of time, and 
time itself,
wasnʼt.
The sun came up,
the sun went down, 
darkness was everywhere.
The moon came up,
the stars shone brightly.
The moon went down, 
the stars faded.
The sun returned, and 
there was light.
Seasons came - seasons went.
Animals and birds came when it was warm, and 
went when it grew cold.
The people followed.
People lived - people died.
No one cared, about time.

We Are But A Smudge

We humans are,

but a smudge in the fabric of time. 

Nothing important, and 

destined  to become, barely a memory, 

part of an evolutionary experiment leaving no history,

and no one to mind.