February 13, 2015

Time is a Narrow, Gray Man. {Poem}


grandfather clock

Time is a narrow gray man

sitting on a bench,
wrinkled with joy and sorrow.

Time watches those who pass and wonders at their pace.

Time inhales and exhales in fatigue and curiosity hoping they will breathe deeply in his presence.

Time laughs gently at children,
big and small, who think they know the way.

Time glances with a nod at those who see him,
hoping others would look closely.

Time dreams great dreams,
wishing we would too.

Time is a narrow gray man sitting on a bench.


Relephant read:

Dear Right Person, Wrong Time.

Author: Jim Owens

Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

Photo: flickr

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