A WORLD OF TIME
From the hands of time too the international date line,
We take our time from Greenwich, the hourglass is our sand of time.
Wrist watches, stop watches, twelve months in a year,
Fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days.
Twenty four hours to our day, is it long enough to live and play,?
Minutes disappear, seasons tick away.
We work about eight hours with what we do,
Forty hours a week, we’re never through.
Maybe two days off, forty eight hours to rest,
Only so much time to love and visit with anyone.
Time to feed the kids, time to feed the dog,
Not enough time to stay young, awake and start the clock,
A world of time, always on the mind.
Keith Garrett
What a beautiful poem about the transcendence of time. You are so talented!
And it stops for no one!
Great piece!
KG, I just experienced my 75th. Time is valuable and as you get older you understand how much. A great way of imparting that knowledge.
thanks for reading
On Sat, Apr 30, 2016 at 7:43 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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