Time

So, when my son woke me at 5 this morning instead of the usual 6 (which is early enough!) and I sat there thinking, why do we try to mess around with time (turned back the clocks last night)... the idea for this poem came to me.

Time is more than what it says on your clock

You can’t change time, bend it to your will.

We are mere mortals, trapped in time,

Only God is eternal, omnipresent.

We can’t time travel,

And if we could,

All the movies make it clear,

How dangerous it would be!

Moment by moment we live our lives,

And all is recorded, and cannot be changed.

We may wish to turn back the clock,

But watch a small child wrestle with the change,

For weeks,

And you will know, it fools no-one really.

Time has not changed, only what we call it.

We only have now, this moment to chose,

Good or evil, love or hate,

Friendship and forgiveness,

Over a lifetime of bad memories.

Time is a gift to us,

For our small minds, could not live any other way.

And it is our curse, for we cannot replace,

The minute we just lost.