Time

A dimension, a concept, whatever it may be,

How does it matter to me?

It is a way to measure,

Not something to flippantly use at my leisure.

Something which is indispensable,

Because it is irreplaceable

Stop it you may try,

But I must implore you to heed her cry.

Savor what she may administer

A moment, a minute, or forever.

Although we have not all been given the same amount,

One day we must each give an account.

Published by Hannah Ivelisse

Reaching and relating through positive vulnerability.

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