Time

On the face of time are two hands

although different both are right

they are left, to mark falling sands

Neither tells day from night

In circles, time does flow,

both hands in the same direction

When time's bad, cobwebs Grow,

when good, as fast as a mirror's reflection

what is long, so Quick does go

Both pass where the other has been

What is short is so slow

Both end where they begin

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

The secret of functioning of time. Everything in this world is in circular motion. Good poem. Loved your theory

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the read and comment it is deeply valued. Happy New Year