The River of Time

Time passes through me so subtle, so smooth,

Imparting its wisdom while robbing my youth, and now

Deep down inside hides a wise little child, Pondering deeply its daunting demise,

Staring out at the world through a body grown frail,

Stunned and bewildered, sensing betrayal…

Time was when time just trickled along

Like a late summer stream, here, then lazily gone,

But now time relentlessly rages through me,

Ravaging, racing its way to the sea,

And here in its wake, the river of time consumes me.

Now here in my mirror the face that I see

Bears only a passing resemblance to me,

Could it be that the gray hair and wrinkles are formed

Of the laughter and tears since the day I was born?

And this body that once ran and leapt in its glee

Has become but a shell holding time’s memories?

The Word that once formed the earth rises to life,

To taste of the love, to enter the strife

That only in bodies of dust can be known,

And then back to the river of time it must go.

Time was when time just trickled along

Like a late summer stream, here, then lazily gone,

But now time relentlessly rages through me,

Ravaging, racing its way to the sea,

And here in its wake, the river of time consumes me.