TIMEWould that time had no passion for paceIt too, felt j...

TIME

Would that time had no passion for pace
It too, felt jaded, it too, felt laze.

Mom's lap of luxury still be mine
Humming crooning lullabies She is a mellifluous singer
Soft rhythmic taps, affectionate kisses
My childhood would linger.

Four-limbed hopping gosling
Yells and screams
Crawling, I would ramble over
To my dreams.