Carolyn Edwards
Time
I know time,
I know his name,
his face,
how he creeps like a shadow
always something to tell.
I know his ways,
how he plays tricks
in the darkness
games in the light,
he takes what he likes
because he can; he is a thief
stealing hours, days,
sometimes whole years
not for pleasure,
he must,
he cannot help what is in him,
like DNA,
his eyes, his feet,
the shape of his hands.
He never thinks of tomorrow,
only the now,
spends it like currency
‘til the moment is gone.
Yes, I know time,
I know him
and those who remain,
stout friends
who settle my hours and days,
live on my moments,
in my eyes, my ears
and whisper his secrets
for the rest of my years.
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