Time
It’s said that Time is a fickle thing
And from what I’ve seen it’s true
I try to plan my life around it
Yet it’s always in the way
While the future takes the form of a tortoise
It passes like the blink of an eye
And leaves me hungry for more
Time is also a trickster
Often being redundant
And then it giggles when we lose track of it
Sometimes it seems like Time is angry
It throws catastrophes and calamities at its passengers
And sends four horsemen to tear lives down
Other instances say that life is kind
It’s like an easy road with golden moments to recollect on
And buried treasure along the way
Occasionally time feels like snapshots
And little moments of memory,
Single events in history like frames in a movie
But most of all, I’ve found that time is people
Those other passengers found in my life
Who mark me an a way no one else can
Who change me with shared kindness and love
And friendship and tears and hugs and fears
And quiet moments together
Those who, if I can, I help when Time is angry
And who I touch when Time is kind
Though they are fickle
They and their memory are what mater most
They are Time, in all its glory
-Michael Jensen