A GIFT CALLED TIME :: Jaycelia :: Original Poetry

A GIFT CALLED TIME

Time may come, time may go,

What if time should run slow?

Time goes by without a stop

Neither does it skip nor hop.

Time was born never to die,

Time neither laughs nor does it cry

Time is something that cannot be touched

Without time we can’t do much

Time will wound and time will heal

Time closes in without a seal.

Time neither stands nor sits nor waits,

Time always passes through our front gate,

Time goes out never to come in

Time is precious; Time lost is sin.

Time gained is wealth beyond compare,

Time lost is damage beyond repair,

Time will make and time will break,

But time alone do not forsake.

Time is but a gift from God,

Given to us in just one word …….TIME.

By Joyce