Time Stands Still
It is written; there’s a time for everything;
including both love and hate;
but such means there’s a time for anything;
to that; very few can relate.
With the passing of time; all have regrets;
memories become very selective;
it isn’t merely the old man who forgets;
memories depend on perspective.
Some of the past have universal appeal;
others; not so much;
some of our thoughts become surreal;
when we become out of touch.
Times of the past; usually speak the truth;
even memories; rancid and rotten;
bad memories make us become quite aloof;
such memories are soon forgotten.
Everything has its own time and place;
within life’s energy flow.
All of us visit our season of disgrace;
failures make us grow.
Time, like life; simply ebbs and flows;
much like the ocean’s tides;
tides of the sea; comes and goes;
in their rhythm; time abides.
Energy; like time, is in perpetual motion;
under the control of the Father’s will;
giving of our time, displays our devotion;
once in heaven; time stands still;
Monty 8.31.25. # 2,945