Time moves in mysterious ways
sometimes slow, sometimes fast
gone forever as hands flow
maybe to a dimension not desired
Time from its beginning controls
without one to ask it is there
shows us the minutes, the hours
of our lives that guides our path
Time replenishes our desires
renews our thoughts and wishes
for our time may be a healer
or perhaps one's sentence
Time can be a friend if one allows
when one chooses wisely their destiny
thoughts disarrayed may be aliened
to show one respect that is justified...
this is solely promised
- Rhoda Galgiani