Time

No time
lost time
squandered time
time speeding up
as years pass.

Time crawling
at a snail’s pace
when waiting in anticipation,
or pain and sorrow.

How is it that time
can disappear when we create,
or soar
to other realities?

What is time,
friend or foe,
figment of our imagination?
Time does not exist
as there is only Now.

Will I use Now time wisely
or waste it
with yesterday’s sorrow and regrets,
or tomorrow’s fears?

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3 Responses to Time

  1. Becca says:

    Ohhhh so true!

  2. Simona says:

    “Time does not exist
    as there is only Now.”

    YES!

    Thank you!

  3. Sara says:

    Will I use Now time wisely
    or waste it
    with yesterday’s sorrow and regrets,
    or tomorrow’s fears?
    Now I know better dear Pat and will use it wisely.
    Much love.

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