by Kevin Sinclair
Time is the measure,
Just like years of age,
Take it in your leisure,
Just turn over the page.
Some say how long,
While others say how short,
It stands up so strong,
It's neither sold nor bought.
Fears and frustrations,
Tear away at the mind,
Here's to the dedication
I was hoping to find.
Sometimes I just hurry,
Should take it in my leisure,
Then I needn't worry,
And time needn't measure.
This poem is from a collection of poetry by Kevin Sinclair. For a listing of other poems by Kevin published on this site, click here.
Copyright ©1976 & 1998 KG Sinclair. All rights reserved. May not be copied
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Last revised: September 01, 2006.