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.
Author: Jim Owens
Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock