A Poem on Time

Without it
All happens together.
With it all
You get forever.
Time, you a powerful one.

If you travel like light it slows.
If you stay busy it flows.
If you stop it grows.
Time, you a tricky one.

Before hours were titled
An amount thereof outspread
And passed unequaled.
Or did they?
Will time tell?

Time passes.

Time, I am speaking to you.


Time passes.


Time passes again.

Time, you a silent one.

—Orin Moore

Time: 5:38 PST, 12.29.2012 CE

P.S. The below image came up on a Google Search for the term “Picture of Time”. 

Time, you a beautiful one.  Maybe mix in a sandwich, though. 

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