Crosshairs of Time

Time plays its tricks in the recesses of our minds; Like love's lost lament and identity's paradigm. Nonetheless, we still make our journeys in vain, As we travel our paths, one step at a time. Life's generally demanding and not trouble-free. At its crossroads, we attempt to be wise, Staying out of the crosshairs of trouble and strife; Learning life's lessons and dilemma's disguise. Yet life is quite good and merits our being; Each sunrise surmounting life's problems and woes. Love eternally embraces all else in our lives; Our winters always end, with Spring's, magnificent rose. As the winds blow in March, in Winter's last, final gasp; Man's existence is as marvelous, as the Lord's gentle clasp.