DAPHNE BURGESS, Poetry and Pictures
TIME.
BY Daphne Burgess

`What is time?`enquired the child
With innocence of face.
`What does it mean, when Grandpa says:
`It`s time I knew my place.`

`Why does daddy when I ask
How I came to be,
Tell me that in time I`ll know,
It`s such a mystery.

I`m often told to take my time,
But take my time from where?
When I ask mummy to explain,
She hasn`t time to spare.

Sally who is my best friend,
Is five, and lives next door.
The only time that Sally knows,
Is two times two make four.

I find it hard to understand,
How people pass the time of day,
And why when it is bedtime,
There is no time left for play.

I took the child upon my knee,
Explained as best I could,
And although she still seemed puzzled,
I think she understood.

For time was then, as time is now,
And time shall always be,
That which touches all of life,
Time is eternity. 		The picture below is of me in one of my line dance outfits. Next to that is one of my three cats. Her name is Angel.
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