A Rhyme About Time...it's touch-and-such

Time is fleet of foot, love

Wind-song in green leaves

Everything it gives, love

In time it retrieves

Everything it teaches

Becomes nothing much

Unless knowledge reaches

From heads into touch

...and unless it changes

The way we use ‘Now’

Time simply estranges

The hand from the plow

© Janet Martin  

 Teach us to number our days,
    that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Ps.90:12