The Rusty Sage Brush

Monday, February 8, 2021

The Time I Spent I Could Have Wasted

The Time I spent I could have wasted

but sat here and thoroughly tasted

and left two unused syllables for you

thinking this was yours, still wanting to rhyme

But now at time I cannot stop just here

so hope you will not mind these extra lines

that utter words people try to define

thinking they mean, by meaning they hear

yet you and me we know, they know, we know

thoughts composed shared best (with the whisper of a smile)

unspoken, uncompared, openly embraced

the moment here now. To taste

Redeemed time, spent time, wasted time, all time—

less: the past and future now a present

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