How many colors have you seen?
How many shades in between?
How many seconds till the day is through?
How many more before the day is new?
How many questions must I ask?
How many answers to complete the task?
How many times can I persist?
How many times can I resist?
How many redundancies before I’m done.
How many more was it than one?
How many poems must I write?
How many days will I see night?
In time we grow, in time we know.
Starts are slow with patience flow.
Love makes us glow, best to bestow.
It’s time to go, till time says no.
Today’s poem’s a mixed bag of thought,
overwhelmed with input this poet fraught.
Barraged by beginnings, none’s caught,
words forged honesty’s wrought.
Hours fly, seconds’ drag, a minute sought.
Dreaming recollections, time’s bought.
Feelings unchanged, thinking’s naught.
Patience perseveres, love has taught.