Or So, They Thought Poem by Ciano Leal

They arrived with their bags filled with their personal vanities.
Those philosphers, that intelligentsia, smugly confident that time was on their side, that nothing would change for them.
Or so, they thought.
Time went by, and we noticed, in tow the changes came.
You well know, in due time, all must come to meet its end.
Eternity is but a dream, with not the least chance of any one moment relived.
Now the time has come for all to change, and each one is called from the roll.
I wait thinking, my name will soon be called.
My mind tortures me, as I began to think.
Oh no, not me.
How can this be, I was never part of their insidious set.
Methinks, that if one thing in life I'd surely learnt, this was to go my separate way.
Thinking back to the day I was told to bend my knees, I said nay.
For it was not for me to teach them, nor for I to mold their thoughts.
I say absolutely not, oh no not I.
The dolts, the fools, those clueless ones
Not until they've paid their dues.
As always, time does teach a few, through maturity some come to realise, that real time is the truest measure of it all.
Akin the second hand on the clock, a timely passage don't you think, yet measured by none.
And so for those who claim the twain shall never meet
I'll say this to all, from Alpha to Omega everything must come to meet its end