About Time
A moment contains eternal reward—
Both past and future are rolled thereinward.
Time never passes—it stays as it is;
Still, it is ceaselessly moving onward.
It’s all right that I’m not young anymore
I still live as much as I did before:
Morn, noon, and evening are each of a charm;
They all have enchanting paths to explore.
Minutes, hours, and days sequence the whole.
Month after month seasons the year all tolled.
Youth, prime, and eld-age actualize this life.
Generations bridge the centuries old.
As of now I hold reality’s attention
This is the time of my present comprehension.
What is past exists only in my memory,
The future only in my imagination.
Your memory holds, was, and is to be,
The vision enclosing eternity—
All that is, all that was—entirety;
Yet, it ever threads the now, instantly.
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