Time to forgive and forget
 

There is clearly more than one kind of time

Yes, there is clock-time busily counting our lives

Away but what of the other kind of time? The

Time that stands still, the girl who will remain

Beautiful forever, the handsome young man

Who will remain as he always was – in the

Heart at least

A time that loves to ramble rather than rush

Slow time, happy times, still as fresh today

As they were long ago when work-worn hands

Secretly pressed a little folding money into the

Hands of cash-strapped teenagers thankful

(one hopes) for the blessing of doting grans

And granddads

Time to ponder, time to linger in other times

Times long gone now but still consummately

Recoverable by a passionate heart. Yet perhaps

Too often forgotten are the times and the people

Who have a habit of slipping away and before

You know it wrongs cannot be righted nor lost

Love reclaimed – sad times that cannot be

Expunged, erased or deleted

In such times songs are written and poems

Are penned and like the blues time has an

Edge that whilst painful is strangely romantic

Poetic confessions abound drawn from the

Ever-present past that does not diminish with

Time but rather finds a place forever in the

Hearts and pens of poets everywhere

More than one kind of time? Oh yes, I'd say

So. Hearts may be broken, love may be saved

Sweethearts embrace one hand rocking the cot

And therein lies a truth that will not be denied

Nor will it be betrayed for it this that gives the

Present a substance it would not otherwise

Possess – time to touch the heart and time

To find time to forgive and forget
 

© Joseph G Dawson
26/02/2018 – 25/10/2016