The Transient
I rise when time beckons,
plying along my destined course
as time doth ever blow by
to me the clock calls,
saying "On! On!! never stop"
My route I ply with time,
meeting faces along my tracks
smiling ones, grumpy ones too.
Some I touch, some I don't,
but every step draws me home.
The days, they pass me by,
even the flashing scenery too.
I laugh, I smile, I play,
I cry, I frown, I work,
sailing by on time swift wings.
But when time signals red,
who'd say otherwise?
Then know I 'tis my journey's end,
and reports would I give
at Zion's holy gates!
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