Yesterday seems a lifetime ago;
tomorrow has yet to come;
today, can’t last very long, and so;
all of time has morphed into one.
What is it; this enemy called time;
that master of our happiness;
creator of the present, sublime;
permitting only temporary success?
Why would God create such travesty;
placing boundaries on all joy;
yet, at the same; limits evil, you see;
why must such; He employ?
Must all of life be ebb and flow;
like tides; coming in and then out;
but isn’t that how all energies go;
isn’t that what reality’s about?
Why not have all life, be like a dream;
quickly erased; so we can have a new one;
dissappearing without any regret seen;
completely gone; before; begun?
Isn’t Love the ultimate goal of all lives,
as evil is washed back to the sea;
why wives seek husbands; and husbands, wives;
to imbue your Love in thee?
Why can’t life be those brief lovely dreams;
Love, gained; and then it’s tomorrow?
Reality, itself, may not be as it seems;
for God’s ocean will take back all sorrow.