Time 
By Linda A. Copp

Tripping through forests,
Racing down streets,
Running, through fields,
Flying through sky.

Unknown, unfathomed,
Undefined, illusive
Intangible, real.
How very real -

How very sad,
To measure a life
By something unfound,
And just there -
AN UNSEEN SHADOW!

  By Linda A. Copp
 ©August 25, 1969