Time, Change and the Antiquated

Time walks with us like a shadow. Change overcast us. -Thompson Emate The memories walk with us like a haunting yesterday, All the things that served us, All the things we have abandoned, All our keepsakes, All the pleasurable moments with them. As the morning resumes duty, As the evening relieves her, The world turns the pages of its books, We add our colours to enhance its looks, Its mysteries are still hidden from us, Our paintings don't uncover its linings. Time makes its sketches, Thick and thin lines, Time paints its portrait, Sombre and bright colours, Each sojourn with it, The closer we get to the final door, It chauffeurs us to the untold, It takes us to the vast unknown. We search for the road to bloom, Gloom stealthy pervades the room, Shadow overcast the meadow, The sages say that there's beauty in decay, Sometimes hope frays like a fabric, We learn to dance to every music, Until our roots anchor us firmly to the ground, Until the night rides us to the beyond. September 11,. 2023.