The Key

Since my birth time has been pesent, fluid, tapping its flat feet in the shadows Clueless was I as to its definition, or what its relevance was to life Yet, I recall the joy of rainy days free of grown- up worry and strife Being quite shy, I'd daydream; gazing blue skies and hanging out windows Then suddenly, I turned and things changed! And I came to face the culprit Time! It made me abandon my childhood; I was forced to leave behind my toys Only Christmas celebrations and story books seem to bring me endless joy! How I'd brood over doing homework of subjects I found non-descript! In hindsight, all life meets Time on its terms, as it is, "The Ageless Wonder"! Forever moving; impervious to class or stature; faster now, and I'm in a daze! A consummate stalker it is, yet, leaving definite trails on each face! 'Is Time charged to monitor dreams'? Is a question I often ponder I imagine, at creation Time stood as the key which opens and shuts all doors! Seemingly built into all God's creatures maintaining order and strictest balance Time was and has been a true instrument of God’s awesome power and prevalence In a world where egos are gigantic and many want their share and more