
Creative Writing - Poetry - Expectations

How I would love to possess
time and all its glory.
To see through its smallest details,
to read it like a story.
To own it for everyone to see
that it is the apple of my eye.
I would put its picture in a frame
so it could not pass me by.
Frozen, I would stare at it
have it by my side, night and day.
No force of life or law of nature
could make it slip away.