SuziCate's Musings

The Gift

Counting sands in the glass

Or listening for the chime

As elusive as grace

We can’t catch time

From morning dew to veil of dusk

We mark it and spend it and even try to bend it

 We attempt to mimic it in gadgets to sell

This gift for which we are under its spell


Comments on: "The Gift" (6)

  1. testing my comment received

  2. This is going on with half people to whom I subscribe. Traffic dropped 50% +

  3. Tick tock ticks the clock, widdershins and whirllywinds, father time goes dancing….

    Love love love your poem!

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