A keeper Of lost seconds And precious minutes won; A hand Counting the hours Until the day is done; A face Looking back at you In solemn apathy; A guardian That’s honest In the number that you see; ***  Time  *** Will tell the details Offering no apology

More Than

  Amidst the structure Of reality Find a whimsical realm Of fun and possibility; A place to take you To lands far away Or a way to go back To the innocence of yesterday; It’s the magic of imagination That sets us free To be more than this world Says we can be