It’s about Time

How could you?
How could you treat me so badly?
You abused me.
You misused me.
Took advantage of me.

And yet I was there for you.
I was there
For you to hold.
For you to love.
Whatever you needed.

I was there
But now I am gone—
I could not wait.
I am Time,
And your time is up.

TBT, October 23, 2001
© 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

5 Replies to “It’s about Time”

thereluctantpoet says:

January 4, 2018 at 21:56

This was so compelling! I love pieces about Time! Bravo!!!
Chuck
xo

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1. lindaluna583 says:
  
  January 5, 2018 at 13:26
  
  Thanks. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
  
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thereluctantpoet says:

January 5, 2018 at 20:25

Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and read what happens when Time is Up!!

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1. lindaluna583 says:
  
  January 6, 2018 at 09:31
  
  Thank you for sharing. 🙂
  
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  1. thereluctantpoet says:
    
    January 9, 2018 at 23:26
    
    You are so welcome, My Dear! Your words were so worthy of sharing!
    
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