Poem
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Audrey Knott, Riverview Manor housekeeping and laundry aide, recently wrote a poem about how time is precious. It is printed here.

Time
I remember she asked for a sweater,
She was cold, but it would make her feel better
When I have the time was my reply,
Now she is gone and I wonder "why"
I didn't take the time.

The letter that lay unopened,
she asked me to read,
I'll do it later, a break's what I need
Later never came 'cause now she's not here,
It could've been someone she once held so dear
Now she'll never know, "because"
I didn't take the time.

The mismatched socks, the shirt that didn't fit,
His hair all sticking up, I should have combed it
"But I didn't take the time",
His teeth and his glasses I promised to find,
Right now I'm rushed, I need to unwind
Out I went for a much needed break,
His little needs I never meant to forsake
I'll do it when I have the time.
As I watch family members crying by his bed,
Should I feel relief, at least he was fed
Should I feel guilt, I didn't do it better,
But there was no time.

I must take the time to make a few phone calls,
There's only three bells ringing in the halls
Someone else can find that sweater or that
hankie for her nose,

They'll find those socks
to warm his freezing toes
I've been here to do my work, but I never have the time.

To love and comfort these people who don't
"have that much time."