The Written Word

The Calling Of Time

Yet again today went by,

Tomorrow falls in, again.

Yet again this day felt like-

Hours passed, in matter of seconds.

Yet again time will go on,

As I remain fixated;

Amused as to how time halts for none;

Years and years seem faded.

I look back in time to see a girl-

Merely five years of age;

I look in front to see the mirror,

And see a sixteen year old sage.

But I wonder how time changed,

Even though I changed none at all,

I was, I am and will forever be-

Intellectually fixated on that clock on the wall.

It simply tick-tocks, and moves all around,

As I sit here, concentrating

A while later, when I look around,

Life just seems to be fading.

It's the calling of time-

To which things grow;

To which things change, fade and die

And I just sit there, doing nothing at all;

Simply watching time go by....