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POETRY FATHER TIME
Can you hear that illusive sound? Penetrating our every moment? Invading now, today Returning to then Tomorrow but an echo of when And then, creeping existence Almost dormant Is driven from mighty heavens To solid ground By that persistent Rhythmic ticking sound Abound in every instance Framework of space Co-existence with relativity In the flow of history A monitor of age Father to the race Bearer of scale Never contradictory Does give us a name And shows us a face Every being bows To his grace And serves to his will With persistent fate So you hear that ticking sound? Sounds different to you than to me See his face Does yours have a name? Like God or Buddha Karma or Fame Fortunate favors Whatever flavor But you can never forget that sound Illusively floating in moments at bay Propelling all motion Turning over the day Dark hours echo That ticking sound As Father Time passes Staff clinking the ground ~ DBrown Fisher © Oct 1997
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© 1982-2005 DBrown Fisher
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