Ode to time
Funny isn't itsome revere you - while othersOthers complain. Become their own fire to burn you out. ButYou are not oxygen - and the fires die!Passion. Pain. Even the earthEventually. And then you will be alone, and no one will be there to pass you,To sit with you to the wee hours,To drink with you- to you. The clocks will tick alone...then what?An eternity...in blackness, never to be fulfilled- fulfilling nothing. Dear time - Why have you taken and given so much to so many,Did they have more...more to spend,or did they opt for a better model?The super car tardis of reality...Able to write and rewrite whatever they wanted As long as they got out scot free. But we paid; paid in hours.DaysMinutes YearsDecades.You ran out on us before we could run out on you,Then we had no more of you to give,Spent it all on these memories- Can i at least keep those?The glittering, sparkling champagne of them!The golden heat and passion of themThe best of me. And youTogether again. Dear time:Lets do what we do best - and shine!