TIME of My Life

TIME of My Life

-(A Poetic Moaning)-

Time, Time, Time.
Tick, Tick, Tick.
Are You a merciless menace
Of maddening passing?
Time, Time, Time.
Tick, Tick, Tick.

Can you not slow your pace?
Prithee, can you not provide more
Of your endless ticks?
I yet have books to write,
Poetry to pose a riddle,
Or, think romantic allusions
Of Love and Ventures past!

Why must you be the sole
Arbiter of my Soul, while
I suspect my God might
Approve your ever rapid
Transit through my Dawns
And my restless Eves of Doubts?

Your pendulum swings to and fro
In a mocking remembrance
Of an ambiguous and most
Impassioned wayward passage.

Is it that I have betrayed you?

Or, pray tell, is it that you have
Seduced me with your Lure to
Love’s easy Manipulative ways?

When did you begin your ticking?

Are you synonymous with an
Infinite Divinity noble of promise?

Or, are you but a simple dream
That gives each of us a mare
To ride through a long night,
Some Lottery of Chance?

I plea for more thoughts to
Unscramble – an act doubtlessly
Vainglorious of deed and effort.

© Billy Ray Chitwood –01/23/18

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