(Sometimes the poet and writer needs a good talking to.)

 

 

 

 

 

There Is Still Time. . .

I say. . . .
What more can I do?  I am
tired and I am old.

You say. .
You are still breathing.  And as long
as there is breath,  you can still create.

I say. . . .
It has all been said.  How many different
ways to instill the will to make a difference?

You say. . .
As many ways as there are people who awaken
before the sun decides to make an appearance.

And I say. .
Already too many times for me. . .

And you say. .
I have not heard your name called, which means, rise and do,
and you will be shown how.  I have journeyed with you and
do not abandon.

And I say. .
You are a hard task master. . .

You say. . .
When we walked the heavens and decided to explore our talents
we wanted to do good.  The world awaits. . .

I ask. . .
For how long?

Your answer. . .
There is still time to take harp lessons.  It’s been too long since
you used that talent.  We need to refresh your memory. . .