Time takes time

 

There is no measure

For the correct time

To heal and recover.

 

So now healing

Is by measure

To heal and recover.

 

There is a quick fix

A couple of weeks

To heal and recover?

 

There is no measure

For the correct time

To heal and recover.

 

The soul ah the soul

The time to heal

The time to recover.

 

We talk of the mind

No talk of the soul

And the time to recover

 

There is no measure

For the correct time

To heal and recover.

 

We talk of the mind

No talk of the spirit

And the time to recover.

 

Wounds not visible

Wounds not measurable

Wounds not vocalised.

 

Wounds.

Time takes time

In its own time.

 

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Young

Young

 

I’m old

By others standards

Experience

And a life lived

Apparently

 

I dispute my years

I don’t fit the new

My gauge isn’t set the same

How you feel

Is what really matters

 

I see adverts for new

and young poets

I am now silenced

In what I write

Apparently

 

But through my life

I have done great things

Helped heal a child

So many children

Over the years

 

Spoken to the soul

Of another

And another

Urged a smile

And reinstalled hope

In so many

 

 

I have never been silent

I live with my eyes

Wide open

Listening.

 

RAC.