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Time on One's Hands

Written for the LOTR Community Riddle Poem challenge. For RabidSamFan for her birthday.


Time on Oneís Hands
a riddle poem

I have time on my hands,
But not always the same.
In Harad I am water,
In Gondor a flame.

Dwarves catch me in iron,
In ratchets and wheels;
Elves see me in seasons,
In the stars in their reels.

Iíll sit on the mantel
And my heart beats away.
What I measure is formless
And too oft slips away.

No one asks me a question,
But consult me they do;
And if they neglect me,
My tale wonít be true.

Although I run always,
I canít stir a foot.
I have hands but no arms,
And my foot wears no boot.

Now guard I a letter
Left at the dawn of the day;
And if he fails to look soon
His chance slips away.

ÖTime to work and time to play,
And so it sings throughout the day.

From an old nursery rhyme.


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