Poetry 160: The Gift of Time

My time is not your time

And your time is not mine

But my future is set firmly in your present

And your past in mine


Two worlds apart

Separated by oceans so wide

They converge at one point

A connection I cannot hide


What lies in the future and the past

I cannot just ignore

For if I live in both worlds

I must have a gift that lies deep within my core…





Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s