Poetry

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When you are a child,

you are free

because you are not aware of time.



When you become an adolescent

You press into time,

Thinking,

"Only time is keeping me from

Self-determination,

and the

Pleasures of Life".



When you are in your twenties

You begin to worry about time,

asking yourself, and others,

"When will I find the one?"

"When will I Know Who I Am?"

"How long will it be until I have the life I desire".

You may even wrestle with time and try to subdue it.



By the time you reach your 30's

You may discover some peace,

having realized,

"I cannot control time",

"Time is not my enemy, it is my companion"

"I am sowing seeds in time that will carry the past into the future"

"I can only live one day at a time"



However, from your mid thirties until fifty-something

You may become so busy

Working

Raising adolescent children

Living

That you will say to yourself,

"If only I had some time"

"Where does the time go?"

And you will say to others

"I am sorry, I do not have time"



Suddenly

Sometime in your late fifties or sixties you may begin to ask,

"What have I done with my time?"

"What have I accomplished?"

"What will remain of my time spent living?"

"Will anyone remember me?"



Then you may make one last effort to grapple with time,

To change your direction,

To reinvest you remaining time

In some new meaningful, fulfilling way.




Perhaps, in your latter days

Having done what you have with youth,

And recommending to the young, what you can,

From your distant perspective,

While,

Occasionally sorting through your memories,

Sharing treasures,

Pleasures

Sorrows

Jewels of Wisdom

(hopefully not clinging bitterly to losses suffered at the hands of time)

You may reach the precipice,

Ascend the pinnacle,

Stare into the chasm known as

The End of Time, or

The Valley of the Shadow of Death.

You may quake and quiver and weep,

Or maybe.......



Looking forward

Like dew embracing the sunrise

Laying aside the old tattered cloak

Leap up into the wind

Spreading wings of

Infinite

Discovery

Celebrated together

Within flocks

Of tribal familiarity

Like stellar clouds

Spiraling throughout the cosmos.

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