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Time -part 1-

Tragedy is never a sentiment for Time For it is a phenomenon she merely sees She pours forth abundance for all that behold her Even for those of us that scold her And for naught she was cursed from the beginning There she is—interminable Time at the fullest! And we all envy her ever-ringing constancy She rules over our hearts Keeping stress in our spirits Not once does she feel sorry for us Nor is she indifferent of our failures She begs not for gratefulness And accepts who she is with joy! How ample we would be if we Like she—were free of trepidation If only we be like her waters—clear and visible from top to bottom Filled with untainted approval What fools we must seem to such a pure jewel as Time But ah, she is both heartless and kind And though we hate her peculiar aura Oh how hard it is do tear her from our minds! How stressfully beautiful Time is! Like a wink of venerated bliss She smiles and smiles And our ironical faces feel like grime Still she laughs in mirth While the world becomes a ball of putrid hatred Wanting more and more of her And positively hating her We that cannot see her began to hate For we are as visible and low as can be And we acknowledge her merely to insult her Though she takes no pang to the chest For the only gifts we give in return for herself are pangs That she simply returns to each sender Hidden is our pride But ever placed Ever unhidden Is our inscrutable mortality And this humiliation of our unchangeable fates Makes us want to humiliate the more fortunate Thus we regard her only as a concept As a fraction of a belief—a bellowing ideal For of course Time cannot in our honey-glazed eyes Think, eat, drink or feel We use her—yes! Even abuse her Not once will she complain For her gift is everlastingness

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  1. Date: 8/31/2013 3:36:00 PM
    quite excellent and meaningful write. Something for all to think upon. to the rest... --Becca

  1. Date: 8/13/2013 7:14:00 PM
    Time indeed! What a great subject and you do it justice. I haven't read part two but if it's comparable to this then time is in your hands. A truly great write about a dimension we cannot see but must simple live with...exist if you may. Kilmer

  1. Date: 8/6/2013 6:00:00 PM
    I do like that you have given time a personality. We don't really understand that much. Anyway, we don't dye our hair. I spoke at my mom's 80th birthday a number of years ago (10). I mentioned that we are all getting older and was booed. There is so much denial of reality in this universe, I wish I could sell it for a profit. You are a beacon of truth that should be required reading for everyone!