Time

Here is a poem I wrote as a reminder that time is what you make it. It is ever-present, but it doesn’t have to stay dark. And with the new year fast approaching, now is as good a time as any for rebirth.

 

 

Time here, then fleeting

All of it means nothing

Then it is everything

A shadow passing over my life

Never gone, never enveloping me completely

Its ever-flowing presence moving

Through the scenes of my memories

Past and future