Time
Time is of the essence, it just passes by.
Like the spring to the fall and the clouds in the sky.
Time knows no limits, like the words to a song.
It passes in minutes and soon it is gone.
Time is a door, on the outside it's black.
But once you've gone through it, there's no turning back.
If I controlled time , I'd turn back the dial.
Until everyone shared love and wasn't afraid to smile.
That's what I'd do if I controlled time.
But for now I don't and time just passes by.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.