by Stephi J Gilbert
World and Life sequester me
As, pausing, I a timepiece see.
His never winking gaze impliesHe takes his time, tho not his own,
To tell me why he's here alone.
Tick by tock and silence 'tween,
I learn of all his eye has seen.
The Past of which he speaks I see:
Winsome tales of glory be.
Present comes and goes too soon;
Her locks, once golden, gray assume.
As Past and Present close their lids,
Seducing Future fancy bids.
My hand he clasps with luring hold
And guides thru visions bright and bold.
He shows me lives that yet may live;
The hope of good each has to give.
Away my steps are leading fast.
Behind me Timepiece lets time pass.
Present, Past, and Future still
Haunt me from Time's window sill--
The window thru which I have seen
What will be, is, and what has been.
The history held within each tock
Is kept on record by the clock,
And every time I catch his eye
The Future in the Past I spy.
Without a single word, I know
That Timepiece knew so long ago
The lesson I have yet to see:
I am not yet what I will be.
Beautiful poem Stephi!
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