Time, like money, isn't tangible
Neither is love, truth and what
is real-
made up, rounded off, different
for you and I-
what is real...
And yet, some
times
are frozen or elapse slow
and many too fast to enjoy
Enough-
What about dusk-sunset
or dawn, or the times
I look at the clock and it's the same
Times-day and night.
Well, what about a pastime or a memory,
Truth be told from one
person in a place with
Nothing-
is real
for you-for anyone...
Do blessings count?
Photo of Woman at spinning wheel in Studeno na Blokah, Slovenia taken August 1962 in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.