Time


Time,the story teller
Your colourful stories cease to find end
Like a pot of soup its bubbling content burns but yet sweet
Stories of possibility and failure
Stories of wars lost only to be won again
Time,the master of change
You hold it by its chain and point it to your fields
With its well seasoned craft and tool it builds anxiety in the heart of its victim
Time,the vessel of wisdom
That those who thirst may find each sip of her content delightful
While the foolish spit out mouths full with faces of disgust the truth seeker finds answer in each gulp
Time,the journey
Through valleys and over mountains
With a map that only shows the start and current location but without destination
Time,that we may be friends and you will be kind to me

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2 responses to this post.

  1. I like the argument and the poem works really well. Favourite bit:
    Time,the vessel of wisdom
    That those who thirst may find each sip of her content delightful
    While the foolish spit out mouths full with faces of disgust the truth seeker finds answer in each gulp

    ….unpalatable truths….gulp 🙂

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