From the gasp of full awareness
To the clasp of ever-past
Pours the future to the present
Through a season fading fast
Innocence, kind unawareness
Sweetens youth until one day
Like a jolt of new-found knowledge
They see how time ticks away
Then they join the slogging masses
Surging non-stop t’ward the sky
Sobered by the full awareness
Of a gripping lullaby
Joining we who strain to treasure
Or measure a moment’s jot
Even as it seals its measure
In the fortress of a thought
…while we, more than flesh ellipses
Struggle to embrace Time’s goal
As the plot of clocks eclipses
And strips garments from the soul
© Janet Martin
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank-you for stopping by my porch! I hope you were blessed!