Time is so sweet sometimes: the honey of life.
A honey-comb dripping drops of precious days.
Time is so bitter sometimes: the bane of life.
Problems, worries—a plaguing and imprisoning maze.
Time is a miracle sometimes: the revolving magic of the sky.
It is to that sky that we often look up and wonder why.
Sometimes time can be both cruel and kind:
As when troubles strike, yet friends are true and easy to find.
Sometimes time is simply cruel: As when grief overtakes,
And those, supposed to help, give greater grief to a heart that aches.
Time can be so many things: time, that gives--and takes.
Wonderful, terrible, joyful, painful, friendly, hostile--in its fast flow.
Time is a horror, though, when the hour-glass is low,
And you have no sure way to know 
Where, or if anywhere, you’re going to go.
I'm hoping for good life after--praying for forgiveness for mistakes and sin;
Hoping that God loves and cares--and that all will have good new life again.

Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. PoetWritten on Wednesday, May 12, 2010  12:37 am PDT 72 degrees F. 
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