Clocking Time

Clocking time just wanders on by

Strolling along with such insouciance

While we struggle in its ambience

Keeping up to always fall behind

The onward dance of its deliverance

A death here or a nativity somewhere

It never seems to make a difference

Time consumes the future moments

Discarding the past with ambivalence

Dancing as it does along life’s boulevard

Fracturing here and there for an instant

Spiralling life into momentary chaos

Before delivering it back to balance

Enjoying its existence as the macabre

Master of the ceremonies of circumstance

While life sometimes appears it victim

A helpless creature of insignificance

Dancing with the great choreographer

But time would have no future music

Without the present of human existence

To orchestrate it s wonderful chaos

And deliver it to itself as a gift of beauty

Otherwise time would have no purpose

Beyond the embrace of mortal moments

Enhancing the dance of its significance

Even Time can take the time to realise

Humanity is the conscious purpose

Of Time having a really good time

And guess who its dancing partner is.