Because I Could Not Stop for Time
Because I Could Not Stop for Time I could not stop for Time, Though it had always been my friend. It whispered soft and slow, As seasons turned, it did not end. I thought it would wait for me, But like a river, it did not stay. It passed by with gentle hands, Carrying moments far away. The clock would tick and softly say, "Come, walk with me, this winding way." It beckoned with a steady stride, While I, in haste, wished to hide. Time, with eyes so kind and old, Told me stories, soft and bold. The moments scattered like the leaves, Each one a memory the mind believes. I journeyed with it, unaware, Of where it led, or what was there. It showed me fields of golden hue, Where flowers bloomed in morning dew. We passed through gardens lush and bright, Where colors shone in quiet light. But Time, it seemed, did not stay still, It moved on with quiet will. The sun would rise and set again, The moon would wax and then wane. And yet, Time, with steady pace,...