Illusion

The illusion of time when we are bound to the ticking hands
or the ancient hourglass counting the weeping sands

though all time indeed is infinite, our bodies are not
hearts stop, life is over and time cannot be bought

 

as we look back, see everything we have squandered
all countless hours spent as we imagined and pondered

 

does our life here on this earth have true purpose or meaning
or is this all part of God’s plan, the culling and gleaning

 

of weary weakened souls among who ultimately fail
leaving the brave, the strong who will always prevail.

 

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

 

 

10 Comments on “Illusion

  1. A strong piece presented in the rhyming couplets, very apt for the sweeping minute hand and a perceptive description of the workings of time.

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