She makes you wait
She hurries you
Sometimes you want more of her
Sometimes she's short
Sometimes she's long
Sometimes she's just a blur
She's constant
She is changing
She asks and gives no favors
She never stops
She's standing still
She's unknown to little shavers
Don't think too much about her
Don't waste her in a rhyme
Make the most of all she gives
Her name, my friend
Is Time
               Enigma                          by Chuck Graves
                                                                                                                                  Copyright Ramblings Magazine 2005
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