Time

Beware of Time
She won't love what came before

Time loves but Itself
A true Narcissist
She won't turn her head for you
Although outstretched
Her arms won't point out the next bend
Arrow hands never to embrace
Methodically she schemes
In metronomic steps
Only up towards Babel
To reach the Gods who Thunder
To become One Herself
Time won't wait for you
Time cares not for you
To the end of Itself
Time wants to be revered

Don't make time for Time
She won't reminisce

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George Krokos

Date: 10/24/2024 4:24:00 AM

This is really good and thoughtful bearing in mind that time is a measure of eternity and it flows in and out from the body and mind of the Creator. Well done.

Gilles Bergeron
Date: 10/24/2024 4:38:00 AM

Thank you George for your very appreciated insight. It seems we both are enjoying putting virtual pen to paper here. Keep crafting my Friend, Gilles