Whither the Time?
This entry was posted on 3/5/2007 12:01 PM and is filed under Writing.
By Mark Miner
Ebbing, flowing, all around
careful metered ticking sound
fleeting, flitting, flying fast
futures soon become the past
springtime green and summer sky
umber leaves in autumn fly
fast-bound earth in winter grip
leap-years, lunar phases slip
eclipses, ages, eons, all
revolve, perpetual free-fall
linear time to a certain end.
Teleos infringes, friend,
informing thought, directing life
what will become of all the strife
and sweat and joy and work you did?
Consider where your hopes are hid,
and are they safe there?