Robert Frost once wrote,' I could give all to time except that which I've held in my hand......that I will not part with."Some of the inspiration from that glorious poem inspired this poem .
Time is but a place in space,
that exempt from meter does erase;
leaving imagination open without measure;
thoughts,dreams ,meaning ,and pleasure.
Who for thought can time efface?
Who for courage and treasure time erase?
I will sit me down with book and pen,
open heart and journal ,venture within
the unexplored places,giving place to dream
and find what time has been hiding.
I'll discover new realms and things unseen
and adventure on where no man has been.
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