The Power Of Time
…..a poem saluting Time
Time is an artist
It’s like a brush
Based on what one experiences
It paints on each individual life canvas
It sketches, strikes and even smudges it
On hindsight
Those painful encounters and sleepless nights
Have all morphed into a faint vista by the hands of time
We may reminisce about the slight scars by now
But time has healed them
Time, with its invisible hands
Works its magic without us knowing
The pain may no longer be palpable
Because we have learned to let go and finally dismissed them.
Time has healed us
Life’s ups and downs is the normal state of affairs
It’s usual to be surrounded by a period of darkness at times
A situation of hopelessness, despair and even grief
Leave it in the capable hands of Time
For Time is patient, perpetual and palliative
Time will heal us
Take heart,
You do your part when challenged
With each determined step to move forward
Only with courage, growth and zeal
You will seize whatever Success, Serenity and Seventh Heaven
That rightfully belongs to you
