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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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