Father Time Poem by Dan Medina

Father time, oh father time,
what memories are held in your bosom
And warm moments locked in your core?
Those memoirs of bliss so stowed away
by the graceful sweep of your second hand,
and days so aptly tucked away from reach.

Father time, oh father time,
you have seen so many beautiful faces
and genuine smiles anchored so deeply in this essence,
to which none you will abandon, and none you will forget

An endearing love, a selfless endeavor,
governed over this profound diversity.
To share, to laugh, to embrace, to hold, to love.
Lest never forget, and always cherish,
father time, oh father time...