Time Doesn't March

Time Doesn’t March

Happy New Year; or so they say;
it feels just like any other;
Time has brought us another day;
it seems like Yesterday’s brother.

The sun rises; then eventually sets;
we’d be surprised, if it didn’t;
another New Year; time begets;
and, we’re included within it.

Time is merely a mental constraint;
it serves no useful purpose;
like the color of a wall, we paint;
it’s only reality’s surface.

Time doesn’t march; it rarely moves;
it’s often standing still;
with a disdainful eye, it disapproves;
perhaps, it always will.

Time, itself, remains much the same;
allowing both happiness and sorrow;
nothing is fluid; except for time’s name;
yesterday, flows to today, and tomorrow.

Time only obeys the Omnipotent One;
only the Master has all power;
staying till the planting season is done;
causing life to blossom and flower.

And so, we all face another New Year;
filled with surprises; and regrets;
facing new drama, trepidation and fear;
another New Year; time begets.

Monty 1/1/23. # 1,399