Time

 

 

 

It passes like shadows that stealthily creep

And fades like the sheen on the face of the deep

It has no location or tangible source

Yet flows ever on its ethereal course.

 

Dawn, noon and dusk fade to twilight each day

Sun, moon and stars rise and spirit away;

Tides ebb and flow with a regular beat

Dancing to rhythms of cold and of heat.

 

Here we all are in the midst of this age

Actors upon this empirical stage

Wondering what we should do for the best

Many unsure if  they’re curs-ed or blessed.

 

None can arrest the first rays of dawn’s light

Or conquer the whims of the oncoming night

All we can be is the best that we can

Time changes everyone, woman or man.

by Rod Walford

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