Time Is Precious Poem by Jim Boone

Our first breath
Comes with a slap
That makes us cry

Inequity 101 is laced
With learning a language
Dealing with cosmic amnesia
And viewing a human path
With divine guidance
Or dumbstruck.

There can be no doubt
About the intentions
Of the heart of a poet
Because they’re written
Somewhere, with no fear
Or no regret

As a master class curriculum
Is formulated one phrase at
A time-is-precious time.


2011