Time

This is for Mary’s prompt over at dVerse about time. ¬†Fittingly for the topic, I’ve taken an old poem about time I wrote when I was younger and re-written it from my current perspective.¬†

Every day must end

Every day will end

Taking with it more

Than you are willing to let go

Time

The destroyer

The absolute

Pauses for nothing in its path

Stops for nothing

Turns for no one

Constantly sweeping away

The collected dust of our experience

 

Every day will end

Events will be gone

Lost

Erased

Remembered

Yet even memories fade

The facts of history become altered

And time destroys truth

 

Evil comes, and the day ends

Good is done, and the day ends

The battles of love and war are fought

And the day ends

This day and this day and this day

Faster than you can think

“I should have remembered more”

A month becomes as a day

A year becomes as a month

Another day ends

And time

Is not on your side