this life as a recurring theme?
Always racing to catch
the ancient force
Unseen but always there
Treadmill souls
on a long trek to nowhere
oblivious to the glorious periphery
spread out all around
but not viewed as vital enough
to merit precious attentions
As we ratchet up the speed
So intent on selfish conquests
The folly of false triumphs
that while they may
inflate our egocentric bottom line
ring hollow eventually
As the tick tock symphony
which started out ever so faintly
reverberating in our ears
as our constant companion
was mere background noise
during the early go go years
A secondary percussion player
providing a soothing beat
Then much to our surprise
we find ourselves gone
beyond the point half way
as Time,
now a deafening
growling storm
becomes the hunter
and we the wounded prey
The tale always ends the same
with minor variations to the story
TIME CONQUERS ALL
TIME ALWAYS WINS
So do as the old poetic cliche says:
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
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