How did we overlook the seconds
turning them into minutes and hours?
Why did we go beyond the hands and strecth them into days?
Where did we cast a shadow on these, in order to make
weeks and months.
From whom did the words months and years come
and did they live to tell the tale?
What befell these stoic beings
when decades came and went,
when indeed! did decades decay
as they struggled to be free,
yet fell to its child Century.
Though centuries hold tightly
their fate is
for the collosal shadow on its horizon
is attached to the foot of Eon.
As the dance continues on,
each moment seeks a protector,
each hand of time is raised up high
to praise the Father - time- Creator.