The life I lead may time my death.
Time is paid, if turned into work.
Time is made, if not forsook.
Time is teaching, adding to.
Time is reaching, breaking through.
Time is costly, taken from its store,
where time accumulates, dates and
dates and more and more.
Time is distant, time is near.
Time is resistant, time is dear.
Time is persistent, without fear.
Time and time and time again,
Time stands the test.
Time dictates rhyme and time will
tell, if I have redeemed the time,
and spent it well, gave my best.
For when my time becomes at stake
and lo' no other breath I take,
Time will always be exsistant
Time to measure
Time to treasure
Time to wait, for an instant
or forever.
Now's the time to navigate my
soul between timelines of fate.
Past earthly shoals and enter in
a blessed time of Peace within.
Mom and I in Oregon, 2002