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The Patience of Time

Tick tock runs the clock
but time is but an increment of measure.

It holds only the value we place upon it
and yet, it truly waits for no-one.

Because it marches forever on
so, we become time's slave;

squeezing life into it's nuances,
and digesting all of our nano-seconds.

The art of "timing", however
is a horse of a different color,

and that, is where we can manipulate time.
Think, if you will of such a period,

and you will find solace.
For, it matters not of the duration;

but, of the handling of what inevitably transpires.
It matters not, how long the avenue...

it matters not, how brief the score...
what matters most, is the desired end result,

and, in the grand scheme of things,
ultimately, all that really matters.....is your intentions.
— docmaverick, Mar 18, 2009

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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poewriter58

17 years 2 months ago

Doc

You surely have that right. I enjoyed this write very much. It makes all the sense in the world Chrys