Monday, January 4, 2021

Time 1/4/21

"Time"


Unfathomable occurrences,
Lost days, vanishing hours,
Depleting seconds and robbed moments.
Gone ……Bygone as the entity is ever fleeting.
 
Damned in my effort to clasp on tight,
Clench it in the ever-weakening fist of mortality,
Hold it, cease it, pause the depletion,
Standstill the wastage.
 
Sadly, failed to embrace the fact,
It’s a downtrodden effort.
The flow of seconds will never cease,
Against my gloom or anyone’s gleam.
 
Ethos of this sonnet lies in,
Submitting to the fluency of these gliding moments,
Sagacity of hope and effort holds ground only,
When value the gift of Time.
 
Indulge in conscious efforts to benefit,
Be blessed with this limited, perishable favor,
Before the opportunity plummets,
The rhythm stops, halts and we be Gone.