Archive for March, 2011

March 7, 2011


I know something you don’t know

You are afraid to find out what I know

I spend my time talking to you

Hoping that you will hear me

So that you can know what I know

My voice is heard by others

And the words are sometimes felt

What is she talking about, they wonder?

What is she trying to say?

I answer with a question, “how much time do we have”?

Some of us have more time than others

Time is often wasted

Something we don’t find out until it is too late

What shall I do with my time today, we ask?

Will I spend it wisely?

Can you find time?

I think not

Time is constantly moving

With or without you

And there is never enough of it

My time is your time


That must be a luxury

Can you give time away?

Can you get it back?

I think you know the answer