The moving hands of Time

Hold our joys and sorrows,
Dreams and hopes of tomorrow
Set a limit to pain and anguish,Bring down the curtain
To our cherished enjoyments,
The good times too must end
So we can reflect and amend.

Time moves not at a steady pace
It flies seeing the mind’s delight,
And hardly seems to move at all
When the mind is down in turmoil.
Time brings forth the harvest
Of our good or evil deeds,
The gathered fruits, sweet or bitter
We have no choice but to partake.
Time dictates who should rule
To betray the trust of men,
Time sees man’s heroism and glory
His malice and ruthless brutality,
It watches our rise to fame and power,
Then sudden descent to cruel shame,
But to Time seems all the same
As if in witness to a mere game.

Never fail to respect and honor Time
No one can for sure presume,
To know the mood it may assume
To spell freedom or impending doom.
With the call and bidding of Time
Fortunes are made and lost
Revolutions born and won,
The status quo broken and torn
The march of Time no power can arrest,
The fall of mighty empires do attest.

Nature, earth and the planets
Celestial bodies and endless galaxies
Obey and are bound to Time
Time alone privy to their origin and end
Our knowledge itself unfolds
As Time would permit and disclose
Great men and prophets are born
When Time so rightly demands
What more there is to understand
But the supreme majesty of Time.

Time is all –devouring death
Destroyer of worlds and men
One of the many faces of God
That every day is seen
Flooring beings mighty and small
None exempted when the grim reaper calls
When we must prostrate to God as Time.
CECIL RAMKIRATH,
Bayonne, NJ, USA