Time To Go

Time can be a minute Or it can be an hour Days, weeks, years, decades Time itself is a power Sometimes the dawn of morning Or heat of afternoon The setting sun of evening The light of the midnight moon Time can be prehistoric Or after Christ to me It can be metaphoric Or name the crown of a King Time is like a baby wrapped in swaddling cloth Unaware of its surroundings Except for food and warmth It could be a city Or it could be a street With each of its destructions Making a time complete There was the time of the waltz Before the band was complete Afterward followed the Jitterbug And fast movement of the feet There are times of war And there are times of peace Earthquakes and depressions Affecting the rich and weak There are times of assurity And there are times of doubt In the times of obscurity Tears of unknown amount Time when a mans security Is the measure of his account And yet when mans security Amounts to his ability to shout There are moments when Time can’t be measured Leaveing us to pout Pressure of solution bring answers out Love and hate the measurement A finite or infinite amount Yet time is actions pleasure When truth of day comes out A time and times a measure When God calls you out A judgment time will measure Leaving time itself out