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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 Vote for this poem
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