A Matter Of Time For me it was just a matter of time I always thought my heart was kind And yet I find with life's quick passing Ways and means, all values clashing Life's flow comes, and then it goes My feelings know the ebbs and flows Then, like a whirlpool quickly turning My sight's a blur with no discerning Time it takes to get things straight My mind released from fear and hate For love dies soon when mixed with fear And hate, a source of many tears But time itself, a Great Physician A balm, a guide to bring correction And when, with time, my thoughts I know My heart a better path can show Love once again can find a way A fertile place where my heart can stay Where kind and good things freely grow My best in all the world to show Randy Guess ©1984 [About The Poet]     [How Could I Ask For More?] [A Sweeter Dragon Flame]     [The Devil and the Fourth of July] [Wrestling Hemingway]     [Wiggleworm]     [Short-Timer]     [Song of Extancy] [A Silent Paean]     [When Leaves Fall]     [Bipolarity]     [Weeping Willows] [Rainbow Color Reality]     [Hear The Mountains Calling]     [A Matter of Time] [Fair and Moldy Muse]     [Ode to a Scottish Lass] [In Praise of Earth and Sky and Sea] [Understanding Anne Sexton] [Home]    [What's New] [Short Stories]    [Philosophy]    [Forums] [Webrings]    [Biographies]    [Site Index]    [Contact] [Extras]    [Links]    [Copyright] <top>