Time is My Friend

Time is My Friend

Time is my friend
I’m happy being grieving while I follow its path
I have to say it before it passes away
This is my pulse I can feel
Time is on my side as a lonely friend
I finally met
Take my hand take my pulse
At the jointure of my wrist
And you can feel my blood
Is beating with my steps
And I am breathing
I think that should be enough
To be joyful and to go through the night
And the morning and the next day already on
Going upwards going backwards
Falling at the bottom of me
Anytime if I choose the worst piece of my heart
In the dark and in the shine
Anything I could say
I feel time on my way
Is a friend I will never lose

illustration : Thoreau, Henry David (1817-1862)–Homes & haunts. Lakes & ponds. United States–Massachusetts–Walden Pond. Dry plate negatives.