STROLLING THROUGH TIME

STROLLING THROUGH TIME

Julie Peterson

Time passes,
But what is the passing of time?
At times it seems to trudge across a field,
Unsure of its footing.
At times it seems to spring around the track,
With no time to lose.
It stops
To let
Things
Rest
Where
They
Are.
Just for those simple moments of life.
And then it strolls past impatient thoughts,
Waving, and making small talk.
When time needs to speed up
It slows down.
When time needs to slow down
It speeds up.
The elaborate tapestry of life
Is woven by the time in which
It takes to perform each simple
Little deed.
And yet time,
Is taken for granted

Written by Roger's Aunt Donna's teenage granddaughter