On Time..Past, Present, and, Future
Is time, but numbers upon a clock,
and with every tick and every tock,
Should every second then to pass,
be any different from the last?
How much the present, from the past,
to be so different, a stone to cast,
Then will the future moments hold,
the mediocre or times so bold?
Could ripples formed upon the lake,
by pitch or toss, a big mistake,
Concentric rings, in outward bands,
before our eyes, to spread, to span?
As in a game or within a dream,
the motions there, not what they seem,
Tricks of the mind, of ears to hear,
our eyes are blinded, and all unclear.
On the clock, recording each's days,
should what we perceive, be as a daze,
In mists, a fog, to cloud each thought,
a sense of being, we all have sought?
Our acts to respond, as if by chance,
as in this circus, we all must dance,
Yet, happiness comes, in new changes made,
to understand, this old charade.
The change of time, creates future's, bright,
moments to relish, with all of our might,
In fleeting thoughts, and a thousand things,
ours to see, what tomorrow brings.
Yesterday's times have all since gone past,
are all much more than pebbles, we have cast,
So, cherish, this we must, in the best of our time,
and in our dreams, find a harmony, in this rhyme.
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