Infinity To The Spirit Of Man

The evolving world looks at me every five or so years.
When something that is different has stopped being different.
And something that is the same is no longer there.
And the criticism cannot be it being different.

Because unless we accept the future, then it isn't the future.
And unless we learn from the past, then it isn't the past.

For time is a gift, and it cannot be returned.
And its friendship gives infinity to the spirit of man,
And in his ability to learn.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

I like this poem. I do stumble a bit over the last line, first stanza, however, just in its phrasing. If it is not a word count/metre issue, perhaps try "and the criticism cannot be its difference" or in its difference, but, as always, poetic license is yours.

[A. Amos]

This was deep, witty and interesting, truly ennjoyed the read.

[Blake Fodor]

It reads so well, written with precision. Exceedingly well penned.

[brian mclaughlin]

and that is when something new an different creeps into view just this side of the horizon. nice write! love the infinity idea, often what we think will always be beyond our reach delivers itself without warning.

[The Quill]

the essence of truth is there in your lines...well written
good work sir

[Rachelle]

Words of wisdom revealed by John
Invites reflection from everyone.

[Matching Socks]

Time is a gift, thank you for that reminder.
Enjoyed this one John.

[Susan Beth Horvath]

this is a wonderful piece. Great imagery, excellent!