They say it flies.
And is quite indistinguishable
from money.
Just like the tide,
it cannot, will not wait
for man.
Without a doubt, however,
allowances are made
for man to take the role
as he desires
to mimic the supremacy
of being master
of it, and thus, his destiny.
Perhaps you would
reveal, if not in time
then when, my dear
why you did not see fit
to share with me,
not lovely looks
and soothing words.
But, blow me down
to make me see
why you could not
with simple grace
give me your time of day.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-23/
