Within Our Timebound Days
As on through timeless time …
In early life Time seems to pass
Near motionless while hearts beat fast
In search of people, places, things
That beckon all the joy they bring;
At least our thoughts convince as such
And let our dreams portend as much -
A wistful, waiting, watchful time;
In middle life Time speeds to fast
With things to do that will not last -
"Important things" that prod us on
With press of time, now here, now gone.
Since Time is neither friend nor foe
It passes by as on we go -
A hurried, harried, hustling time;
In later life Time slows its pace
Revealing a time-honored face
That sees days passing day-by-day,
A routine part of Life's great play;
But Time takes all within its stride
As we endure, as we abide -
A patient, passive, pensive time;
It's Time that fools us without shame -
It calls to us, it knows our name,
And spurs us on without regard
In timely press, now soft, now hard.
Time holds us in its timeless ways
And uses up our timebound days.
Copyright © John Ransburg | Year Posted 2023
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