SIFAR...nothingness

⌚ TIME... goes on and on... ⌚

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This is my entry for a contest by WP_Poetry, the theme being March is Timely - a single poem on subject of  Time.

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~1~

What exactly is time, what does it mean,

And how do we determine its span?

There is no beginning; there can be no end,

And its measure? A countless lifetimes of man.

Is it alive or is it dead, none can ever know,

But then, all our lives it does entwine.

Alive, moving, inanimate, or dead,

Not one, can its presence decline.

Its perpetual presence, a bundle of contradiction,

Standing still for one, marching for another;

An endless vista of light and dark shadows,

Causing sensations that scatter or smother.

Doubts multiply, ideas create division,

Yet, unhesitating, time goes on and on.

~2~

A new-born's welcoming cry rents the air,

Held by her loving mother, in exhausted pride,

The world stops, as she beholds with awe,

The commonplace miracle of life, her child.

The young boy struggles in vain, to hold them back,

Gnawing pain, hot tears which threaten to flow;

While his father burns, on the pyre he set to light,

His future dark and uncertain in the fire's glow.

Whether it's love and sorrow or life and death,

They are just words, no meaning they hold;

Every emotion is only for us humans frail,

And do not time, in their embrace enfold.

Sorrow surrounds death; love, when one is born,

But unfeeling, time goes on and on.

~3~

The grandmother rocks her chair by the window,

As she waits for the grandkids to stop by,

Hopeful eyes are weak; foolish is her old heart,