Prime Time

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Life experience is a wonderful thing. We should make the best of things and let the worst go the same way as a snowman.

Easier said than done, I hear you say? True. But the alternative is unthinkable. When the going gets rough, we can but work at turning things around. I’m not usually one for clichés…BUT…where there’s a will, there is (invariably) a way. Things DO get better, believe me although, sadly, not always when we need them to the most.

Hang in there, folks! I did, and any negatives are vastly outnumbered by positives. regrets are vastly outnumbered by positives. (Did I say it was easy...?)

PRIME TIME

Seconds, hours,

days, years,

lifting spirits, teasing

the soul,

chasing after butterflies

in summer sunshine,

looking out for rainbows

after autumn rain,

watching the snowmen

melt away,

waiting for springtime

to come again

Turns the wheel slowly,

now faster, slower

creaking like human bones

on a rack pulled 

now this way, now that ...

Though time, it rushes in

and nature. seek cover, 

between a common sun's

rising and setting,

there is love for the taking,

no matter the world,

its ever working us over

So, let’s all be making time

for one another

Copyright R N Taber 2004

[Note: An earlier version of this poems appears in The Third Eye by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004]