The only thing that lasts is the Past
The Present evanescent, the Future unknown,
Time has wings, all things are temporal
Before we know it, it's forever, flown.
Time waits for no one, we know that
Fluid, as are the waters that flow,
Under or over bridges all
‘Tis neither fast nor is it slow
Relative, it is to all things alive
Man ,Beast, Bees in the hive,
To Father Time they all succumb
Ephemeral, indeed, is the word survive.
To each his/her own is destiny
At the end of which lies mirage,
That which we call Eternity
The oasis called Heaven, we envisage.
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The Mirage we Envisage
The only thing that lasts is the Past
The Present evanescent, the Future unknown, Time has
wings, all things are temporal Before we know it, it's forever, flown.
Time waits for no one, we know that
Fluid, as are the waters that flow,
Under or over bridges all
‘Tis neither fast nor is it slow
Relative, it is to all things alive
Man ,Beast, Bees in the hive,
To Father Time they all succumb
Ephemeral, indeed, is the word survive.
To each his/her own is destiny
At the end of which lies mirage,
That which we call Eternity
The oasis called Heaven, we envisage.
