| Time Time is like a river flowing out to sea And like a baby bird alighting from a tree Time is a season with all the changing things And like a child growing - never stays the same Time is the falling of the leaves in fall And the measured rolling of a little ball Time is the sun going east to west And like that child, always does its best Time we measure through our aging years As we struggle through our live's hopes, loves, and fears Time is unmeasured for those we do not see That older child, growing still, sees more than me Time, unlike us, never ever ends No matter how our lives like to make it bend Time faces infinity and is eternally going That little child, grown, passes from its knowing Time has watched all through its endless passing One question I have that I almost fear asking Time is like a river going out to sea Did that Time, in its passing, ever notice me? Cathy 5-5-03 |