The cloud of judgement lays thick upon my head.
Somehow I know
Everything will be right in the end,
But I’ve lost the path to the thicket.
Decisions made are opportunities lost
For worse or for better?
That is the question.
Will I miss what I release?
Will what I release find it’s way back to me?
There is no way to tell,
Only a fog
that gets
smaller,
As I inch
along.
If looked wise man in the eyes ,
And begged him for a resolution
To ease my troubled mind,
I don’t think even he would get an answer out of Father Time.
The mighty clock might even refuse to release a hint,
When I ask him why, in my life, I have to encounter such dark ink spots
On a paper-thin life,
That was beginning to look quite white,
Just to be soiled again.
Even if the he may seem selfish,
The clock likes to disguise his blessings,
Because the answer is truly in the lesson,
Though the agenda may be hard to read.
But all I ask of you, Father Time
Is to please take it easy on me.
~Annalise Wellman
A.W. Books & Poetry 
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