Enter The Poet - At Yet Another Time

For A Time

For A Time...
I was a toddler, and happy as such
Life was free, and pleasant to the touch

For A Time...
I was a child, the whole world was obtainable
It would not be mine, but things were maintainable

For A Time...
Existence can be filled with both pleasure and pain
Maybe enough to make you happy or go insane

For A Time...
We live, maybe love, have trials, hopefully learn
We stand still, time marches on, often without discern

For A Time...
Life is for us, and we are captive to its will
A passage of moments; which are never empty nor still