Time

Time as an apostrophe... He's so patient with us.

Missed am I by those who know me least.
Despised am I by those who need me most.
Judged best by aching, rotting bones deceased
Their knowledge of my value ever lost.

Who am I countless tears have asked,
Yet countless more no reply shall find.
I am no-one and everywhere but the past,
Life’s discordant singing and echo in the mind.

To hate me is a waste of you as much as I
So all I ask is that you smile and nod ...
                                                          ... when I pass you by.