Father Time

Reposting.

Silently

he shifts

the seconds

along the

trodden path.

 

And masterfully

he marches

the minutes

across the

battlefield.

 

He happily

hangs

the hours

in harpsicord

notes.

 

And dances

off the

days

tot he

beat of

distant drums.

 

He wittles

down the

wistfull weeks

in the

waxing

of the

moon.

 

And merrily

motions on

the months

in the

changing

of seasons.

 

Yielding

over years

to the

call of

century.

 

And ever

ending

his journey

with eons

of time

to spare.

Reviews

[Crazy Cat Man]

Father time sees all.....we are only but a spec of dust in this giant world. :) great piece

[Kelley]

This was cool Beth and time marches on....smiles

Great write from the past.

Kelley

[Melissa Kesead]

You don't see that many poems written about time as an entity. I love the imagery.