A Poem a Day (55): Time

Another one for JD Mader's #2minutesgo writing exercise on his website, Unemployed Imagination - check it out :) 

 

Time

I count the minutes, not the hours,

Then the hours, not the days,

Just the days, never the weeks,

And you can forget about the years.

I take the train, forget the bus,

Prefer to walk when I could run,

Spare my blushes for the sun

When the rain throws me a smile.

I am the morning, not the night,

The stars that shine and never blight,

I know your pain, your every fear,

The memory of you sleeping here.

I know the year will always end,

But on this trick I can depend –

To think of it as a zillion seconds,

And there my eternity beckons.

copyright Vickie Johnstone, April 22, 2016