Time to Be

Poem

Time to be,

I have with joy.

That a heart in pounding,

There is a sense of me.

With me, I know;

There's a measure in a measure,

That of time, which is time.

Whether to joy or to woe,

Either can fill me so.

So, with time

I pass to know,

That choice of joy or woe,

Is with time,

That which I sow.

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Time to Be