End of Time

I was a small inquiring child The first time that I wondered, How could time go on forever? How could it not? I pondered. In this finite world in which we live, A definite rule applies. Everything beginning has an end. How could it be otherwise? When I would ask my mama, She would just shoo me away. "I only know if the sun comes up, It will be another day." I put the question to my papa Who was busy milking cows. "I don't have time for all of this, Your who, your why and your hows." I'd sit and think and think some more On this problem so perplexing. Why couldn't I get an answer To this problem I found vexing? I started to school and learned to read. I searched the latest edition Of the school's encyclopedia. There was a big omission. I found no mention of time in there, At least with any clarity. When I tried to tell my teacher Of this scandalous disparity She told me just to take my seat; Pay more attention to my spelling. When I pressed her for an answer She almost started yelling. Now that I am older, I'm still trying to understand, If everything were gone today, The sky, the sea, the land, With animals and people missing too, Time would still go marching on. Now isn't that a conundrum We should all be thinking on? The only way I can figure is, Time must go around and around. Everything that was ever here, Will once again be found. March 2001