Taken At the Flood
If brevity‘s the soul of wit, why then
All life on Earth is well and truly droll.
We hardly comprehend it all, just when
Too soon, we find ourselves before the goal.
At first our ignorance may keep us safe,
Distracted from the truth that all is brief,
Without unkind reminders which might chafe,
Or lessons which might breed in us belief.
We, heedless, draw the water from the well,
Assuming an unending, cheap supply —
Presume existence is a tide whose swell
Will never turn, remain forever high.
But ineluctably, time’s ceaseless flow
Will trap us, helpless, in its undertow.
Copyright © J P Marmaro | Year Posted 2019
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