Time tells a story,
That baths in a mind,
A piece of a page,
Torn and left behind,
A forgotten trophy
that once shined,
Through the window
of an eye.
Time is time,
Time to grow,
But time is a story,
The past has told,
It lets feet walk on solid ground,
Where the bridge once shook,
and one fell down.
Time is a story told by the wise
to the young ones that come with time,
A path laid out on a golden road
with trips and traps that pull the toe,
Elders lay marks on the roads they crossed,
To keep young ones from getting lost,
Time is a story that needs to be untold
advance from ones lips to the unknown.