What is Time?

Time is a scalawag

…I looked the other way

He took this very Thing I had

And made it Yesterday

Time is a lover, oh

He steals my very breath

Knowing, while one arm holds me close

The other cradles death

Time is a patient Daddy

In spite of my mistakes

Each morning he bestows to me

The best of all he makes

Time is a hungry monster

He feeds on days and years

No sooner is its table spread

And then it disappears

Time is a flower-garden

Time is a tug-of-war

Time is both bard and beggar

Twixt after and before

Time is the mediator

Of  predator and prey

Yet all that we can hope for

Is its gift of one more day

© Janet Martin

Last night we were at the graduation ceremony for Victoria's Gr.8 friends...those things always make me sentimental:)...as we hear the echo of 'how fast Time flies!'