Can't hold it
Can't touch it
Unseen to the physical eye
Can't get it back
Can't contain it
It's odorless
But it's not a lie
I can use it
Abuse it
Manipulate it for my own gain
Perhaps time is like a healer
As we experience loss and pain
Can time erase regrets
Forget memories filled with stains
Or perhaps time is like a teacher
Experiences of joys and pains
Time
We all live in it
And hopefully it will be there next week
Should I love it or hate it
What does your conscience speak?
Poem written by poetprose