When Time seems to hang a bit
It does so for a valid reason there,
It’s tired of the frenetic pace you set
As you lose yourself, in your race to nowhere.

In fact, Time has no pace at all
For, it needs to really go nowhere,
It’s we who give it form and substance
With our senseless running, everywhere.

Time and Tide wait for no one
Is what we’re told as we grow,
(From Grandma’s lap to time for nap)
But, Time’s a little different for me
‘Cause, only Tides they come and go.

Would Time even matter, I often think, Ashok
If we were all immortal and lived eternally,
Think, folks, and think for yourself please
Call it naive or just, plain, homily.

So, find a little peg to hang it on
And, do so everyday
For, Time to get to know you better
As Life moves along its way.

Time may then, perhaps, a greater friend be
More kindly and compassionate, more caring as it were,
Leave you feeling wanted and looked after better
Time, the benevolent “stroker’ and You the with the cat’s purr.

Remember, friends, Tides have a home
The Seas, but Time, alas, has none,
It’s there with you by your side always, but
When you’re through, your Time, too, is done.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)