Time
I sit still in silence to think and remember
trying to understand the passing of time and the loses it brings.
It knows no pause for despair or tears.
No way to return to the past and what could have been.
Only what is.
Time is such a simple thing.
Really only a creation from the minds of men to mark their lives.
How I wish we could break that which humanity created so carelessly.
Days pass into weeks.
Weeks to months and years.
Each season bringing a gentler source of pain.
Tears softer like a summer mist rather then a winters storm.
All things change with time.
The one thing constant in all of humanity.
Each heart beat a clicked second upon the clock of life.
another poem I wrote for my Dad. 12-18-06
