May Time And Love As One Wait Upon You!

May Time And Love As One Wait Upon You! short poem

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May Time and Love as One Wait upon You!

Hoard neither love nor time!
Stashed away,
A year of love, night or day,
Ain’t worth a dime!

Nor fritter either as ceremonies
But as memories
Lived of former moons and suns
And all loved ones!

For time and love, if well-spent
Are hell-bent
On keeping you! They wait
As one upon you!

Poet’s Note:
The poem employs as its key metaphor the idea that time and love aren’t meant to be hoarded or stashed away in bank accounts the way money is, though money and bank accounts are not once mentioned! Love is time when time is love – the two are inseparable when one takes the time to love! The poem’s lesson is in the last verse.

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You nailed it just right! Love is not meant to be kept away for sometime later…beautiful thought!


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