Time is a narrow gray man

by jimowensjr

Time is a narrow gray man

sitting on a bench,

wrinkled with joy and sorrow.

Time watches those who pass by

and wonders at their pace.

Time inhales and exhales,

in fatigue and curiosity,

hoping they will breathe deeply in his presence.

Time laughs gently at his children,

big and small, who think they know the way.

Time glances with a nod at those who see him,

hoping others would closely look his way.

Time dreams great dreams,

wishing we would too.

Time is a narrow gray man sitting on a bench.

Waiting

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