Poetry · Writing from the 1990's



Time brings healing

in a world of hurt feelings

The hours tick away

The words of cruel hate

The minutes pass by

The painful tears I’ve cried


Time brings understanding

where there is no solid landing

The years become true wisdom

The weeks, they change—

and knowledge is gained


Time brings kneeling

and judgment that’s sealing

The moments have come

and happened one by one

Everyone has stopped

the ticking of life’s clock.


–January 4, 1995


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