TIME

 TIME:- The Fourth Dimension.

It was late

still dark

still night

the time of fright

shadows on the wall….

too soon to get up

I thought to write

I began …..

Time,

so important, but

of all the dimensions

of which there are four,

possibly five, and

maybe more, 

the most important, as

time is most fleeting, 

ever in motion,

unstoppable,

taken for granted,

until,

we realize that 

we have spent

our allotment, and

soon

our time ,

like the grains of sand 

in an hour glass

will be

spent, 

and then

we will cry out -

where did my time go,

was it well spent?

And then,

silence

it seems

our only reward

for a life spent.

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Time

Time,

 is life’s most precious gift. 

Some would say otherwise,

and offer up emotions, but 

time, and only time 

makes everything possible. 

Our time is not written, 

there’s no big book 

that tells when we come, 

and when we’ll go. No, 

time is much like a train 

travelling in one direction, 

in which we are 

simply passengers. 

Our destination 

is unchartered, and 

unknown, 

our lives, 

our own making.