Time Sonnet

We have it and we lose it – it’s a crime —

  A shadow crawls across my bedroom wall
  That tells me time is passing, passing by –
  And I hear steps down some forgotten hall,
  Like time that’s ever-drawing, drawing nigh –

    For time both comes, and goes, in paradox:
    And we are fated to be watched by clocks.

  There’s time up on the wall, and on my wrist;
  There’s time upon my phone, and on TV —
  The oven and the microwave insist
  For they have their times, too, and so do we —

    For time is everywhere, and yet, nowhere:
    A thing we cannot have enough, yet share —

How much we all could do, if we had time

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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