Rampant and elusive,
It grows abundant and becomes conclusive.
Something we cannot touch, yet is all around us,
An element which documents our existence.
It envelops us with its boundaries and deadlines,
For sufferers it’s cruel, for the fortunate it is kind.
For many there is never enough to be had,
For the eager, its pace may be considered a lag.
Some count it down for great moments they wait for,
While others cling desperately, in last breaths, begging for more.
Where does it go? So often repeated,
From life through death, it is constantly depleted.
Time.
DGKaye©2014
DGKayewriter.com 
LL=large like, Debby… 🙂 TIME does have “eyes” and its look is always relative and equal to itself…
have a delicious week! 🙂
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You too sweet Melanie! 🙂
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“sweet”?… how do you know?… you’ve never tasted me… 🙂 just kiddin’! thanx, babe! 🙂
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🙂
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I loved the suspense of this poem.
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Thanks Carol, I felt the need to write about time because I feel there is never enough of it, yet for some it can seem like an eternity! 🙂
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Wonderful poem, Debby! Wow!
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Thanks dear Patti! xo
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I became more and more curious. Looked at the image. Read the lines. A poem, a riddle about human life. Of course, Time. Great work, D.G. Loved the mind expansion.
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Thanks Elaine, I am glad I piqued your curiosity. 🙂
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O.u.t.s.t.a.n.d.i.n.g.
🙂 🙂 🙂
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Thanks Tess! 🙂
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🙂 😀
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How appropriate that I LIKE this post and appreciate this poem in the form that I am in. If you know what I mean and how perfectly I GET it’s meaning!
xoxo
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Of course you do! 🙂
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🙂
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