ally jones - Time

Is there still time?

To put you straight?
To uncover secrets,
and expose your fate?

New-born babies,
do not know of time.
Filled with hords of innocence,
unknowing of crime.

Little girls,
and little boys,
they forget the time,
and play with their toys.

Those bad teens,
have lost the time.
They care for nothing,
and walk the line.

For growing adults,
time is a stress.
It ruins their lives,
and brings disastor and mess.

The wise old folks,
who time has caught,
makes then riggity and small,
from battles forever fought.

Is there still time?
Time to live your life or waste it away?
Is there time to speak to others?
Or to hear what they must say?

Is there still itme?

ally jones

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-193/