Time

Am I made of time?

For it fills my every moment,

Defines my past, present and future.

My life is merely a history

Of dates that float in the ether!

Is my form not defined by my age?

And age, a simple measure of time.

From the day that sunlight caressed my face

And I drew my first breath

Till now.

My world is a time capsule

Of blossoming flowers and children,

Seasons rolling past

With rain squalls, sunshine,

Clod snaps, fresh fruit, and happiness.

My memory is time

As it passed before me.

And that time past experience of who I am

Spells out who I will be and what will be

In the future – time yet recorded to memory.

When the petals fall from the flower

All time will end for me.

But, by chance for a generation

Time’s memory will keep me alive

Until time forgets!

Craig (07032022)

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