By the measured tread of time’s sure footings
We count such matters as we deem important
And glance, by chance, at those times seldomed
In moments odd, and by luck unnoticed.
And as the portents of age following age
Unravel the veil of cosmos spanning chronometer
We note, not ‘mused, that only love endures
The ravages that we burden all that surrounds us.
And what of such time lasting essence?
And by whose gavel must fall the judging?
And where stands youth within this aging?
When love smites hard and deep and clear?
Through just proceedings we class the runners
...Who race the clock and dare the challenge
...Who master in art or faceless music
...Who excel in words or psyche or mention.
And even as we pass the final passing
And hear our name called low and vibrant
We never near the true-cast die
Time rolls on ever, floating, tumbling.
But as I pass in my quick moment
A part of me will yet endure
For I did touch the heart of new-love
And it made for me..... all ages… mine.