Time, Precious Time

Time, precious fast and fading time,

We know no other master really,

But yourself playing both the master and the host.

You make yesterday seem so close

You do it, creeping like a Ghost

You only exist within our minds, like it was clay,

molding, molding, molding.

Compressing making small,

The days long gone so easy to recall

Time has written on our wall.

Damn you time, you play and play with all our minds,

Making yesterday seem today

Tomorrow seem so far away

And yet you exist within us all

And there we dare to let you stall

But do we really know you well

Of course you would not dare and tell

Oh one so fleeting as you are, you and we a dying star,

Burned out billions of years before

But still we see the light and wonder so,

We have no voice to make it true, or make it wrong

Oh God ! was it only yesterday

I as youth with time to play

And now I see the days to come

And all of time will soon be done

And you have been my son and father.

I wonder how it shall pass the ages

For poet I am not. I seek just small respect

And all in time be but a speck.

PS….. I hardly ever write poetry, I do not consider myself a poet or at least not very a very god one. This piece however fits in with some of my more recent blogs. And there is something about it I really like or I would not share it here, I hope you find something in it to like as well. I think as time passes we start to investigate the mysteries and fleetingness of time.

Einstein always wanted to ride a lightning bolt, because it was one of his many theories on how to time travel or make time stand still.