Time flows ever on
Unchanging and unerring
Waning the moon and raising the dawn
Its progress always uncaring
Whether we live to breath our first
Whether we strive to count every second
Whether our lives have long since withered
Time continues marching forth
Often I find myself at cliff’s edge
Planning that one step
What would it do? What would I say?
Millions of questions and thoughts, for which I often prep
A maelstrom of words
A cacophony of thoughts
A swell of sorrow
All quieted by a simple memory
And I live another day.
