by Ken Alexander

Created on: August 16, 2008

Time Is Not Poeticalpoetry time

Time itself cannot be defined,
Time or no time is eternal,
With no laws but its own,
Unwillingly we are swept away.

"All your money,
Cannot one more minute buy"
Do you have the time?
No one knows what time it is.

Was yesterday reality?
Or just an illusion created,
By our finite minds,
Will today be our dream tomorrow?

Should we be ruled by Time?
The angel stood in the
Midheaven one foot on earth's corners,
"Time will be no more".

So was time just a dream,
Or a reality too much to bear,
Bound as we were,
In its sharp jaws

As a trap, no escape,
Our labor comes to naught,
Our thoughts gone in the wind,
Our beings lost in eternity.

Imagine no time,
Living only in the moment,
Without any care,
Without cruel death a' waiting.

Futility reigns, darkness encompasses,
Can we be at peace with so cruel a fate?
Waiting just beyond the next turn,
We are victims of what we can't know.

So time marches on they say,
To its inescapable end.
Will the end be grand?
Or the end of it all?

To the philosopher,
Whatever will be will be,
We cannot see the past,
Blind to the future.

What do we say then?
To love God and ourselves,
To make fun in the Sun,
Knowing this too will pass.

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