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Time
For my Grandmother Emma Mary Organ
My first poem and the first to read it.
A minute, yet an hour,
an hour, yet a minute,
too much to handle, nothing to do,
too much to do yet not enough time.
Laughing, running, playing and loving.
crying, sighing, working and dying.
Time is as quick as a tick to those who are slick.
if you are not, to you the slow tock of the clock.
Time has come.
Time has gone.
Has the time been used wisely
or wasted and used wrong?
Is it your time to live
or is it your time to die?
Is it our place to wonder why?
P. J. Campise
