WHEN I DO COUNT - - -
When I do count the disc that sweeps the hour,
Turning the here-and-now to there-and-then,
Forcing me faster to final future,
I know that I have come far and wonder when.
Seems time is but a trip of to and fro
A cyclic show about infinity.
The years, the hours, the minutes they must flow.
Past, present and future: a trinity.
But to bring in the new, the old dissolves
As balancing of opposites must rule.
Ending at the beginning thus evolves.
This time game, always mankind’s mind will fool.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2021
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