🔵 By Christopher S. De Roberts. Photo by lauragrafie.
Even though time was sometimes bad
It was time that I had
Whether happy, glad, good, or sad
I cannot get all that mad
Should time always be that good
It would not be understood
If time were easy to understand
It would be in the palm of my hand
Where will I go from here?
Around the corner I shall peer
I cannot see what’s to come
I must go before I have wasted some
As the clock keeps on ticking
To the grindstone am I sticking
It is impossible to measure time
Because it can stop on a dime
My time has come with the ringing of the bell
And only time will tell