The Impertinence Of Time
How can such arrogance long survive;
when life only exists in the sublime;
how can we keep such irrelevance alive;
such as, the impertinence of time.
Time honestly believes he’s the king;
standing above the affairs of man;
keeping a close watch over everything;
pretending that he’s the I Am.
Time dictates there be day and night;
ticking, by the minutes and hours;
determining, both darkness and light;
time even grows all the flowers.
In time’s essence; all comes to be;
time, both wanes and waxes;
there is a time for both you and me;
also a time to pay taxes.
Most have a fear that time will run out;
before their time will come;
thinking that time is what life is about;
without it; all will succumb.
We try to do things in a timely manner;
always with one eye on the clock;
often taking pride as a careful planner;
watching every tick and tock.
Oh, time; my master; how can you rule;
perhaps you’re the reason we doubt;
counting on time is the act of the fool;
in it’s essence; time will run out.
Monty 9.30.25. # 2,994