Of Time We Have

Aha, it’s true; we have not always turned the other cheek

And kicked, rather than stooped to help the cast down or the weak

We’ve hurled stones; guilty then of equal or the greater sin

Ah, and we have failed to be kind; oh, where shall I begin

So then it seems to me we all are kindred sister-brother

And none has any merit save to simply love each other

Lest while we point out dust-flecks in a fellow-trav’ler’s eye

We miss the beam protruding from our forehead; my, oh, my

I wish we would remember when our fickle tempers flare

How much we need each other to be kind, and simply care

For in this journey forward not into but through the grave

We have so little time to make the most of time we have

© Janet Martin