People and time

By J Gregory-Howarth

Time and what we do with it,. . .and yet?
People too? Want it, waste it, and them?
Use it wrong, or those?
Sorrow of it, or those gone; perhaps a requiem?

For, when wasted, no clocked moments can turn,
Or bring it back, or those which mean so much.
I have felt the pain and wished for it and those again,
And long to have repeated chance-; to marvel at their touch.

Having wasted it and those, I am, therefore, guilty!
By chance of it and those misused not with intent.
Stupid? Perhaps! The sentence handed down?
Less of it and few of those to lessen my content!


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