Taskmaster Time
The passage of time
travels perpetual roads,
where it leads is a secret.
Only time can know,
non-compromising time is;
busy gypsy traveler.
Such are the planets,
celestial travelers on
a quest of enduring motion.
Bodies whirling ‘round,
stock-piling secrets behind
cosmic lock and key cases.
Unlimited time
limits our lives, too shortly;
unkind taskmaster, is time.
Take advantage of
what meager time you receive,
live intimately, with grace.
Image #4
7-9-19
Fives and Sevens Poetry Contest
Joseph May
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