Time is endlessness,
And yet it ticks at my door.
Does it open a window
Or see through my floor?
Can it peak into my past,
Or look into my future for more?
Does it know when I am in pain
Or just trigger a new experience?
Time will not stop no matter what,
and yet it continues on and on.
Even my life is not infinite,
but time knows that.
Could wisdom make a difference?
Men through the ages have sought to change.
In dreaming so… they mirrored a reflection of the future.
Their bones lie beneath the earth.
No prouder thing has time ever done than to out live us all.
© Sandra Rodgers- Sandy, ladybluewriter, S.M.Rodgers (Author)
All Rights Reserved 2008-2019
This poem was first published by Poet Society in 2008 and in 2011-2019 this poem is one of the pages of Legacy of the Skull Master.
2008 This among others got S.M. Rodgers into the International Poet Society and as a result Sandy was voted an Ambassador of Poetry, and
was published in Whose Who in Poetry.