Time
Relentless in it’s movement
like the ticking of a clock
as time keeps marching forward
for our future to unlock.
The past is but a memory
the present but a blur;
this moment gone in just a blink
as “now” becomes the times that were.
This ticking seems so infinite
eternal in its life;
forever forging on ahead,
its endless moments rife.
But as for us a different tune,
we know our time will end;
for us the ticking soon will cease;
prepare yourself my friend.
Love your neighbor and your God
and nature here on earth;
give service to your fellow man,
the measure of your worth.
July 4, 2020
Poem of the Day - July 6, 2020
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2020
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