My Time
This is my time, not yours.
Given to me,
Folded, handed down the line.
I could share it, cut it in two,
This is my time, not yours.
I have not forgotten the hand,
The icy grip, taking hold,
I won't share it, won't cut it in two.
This is my time not yours.
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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