Time Forever Marches On Poem by Dave Holdcraft

Though we meet the end of life,
Do we meet the end of being?
Though we meet the end of sight,
Do we meet the end of seeing?
I burn down the mundane door
To see what beyond it lies
I embark into the wild
Scoffing at demise.
I’ve been selected for this journey
To tell all my secrets kept,
Of all the joys and sorrows
To every stone that I have stepped.
Reduce to ashes that old wisdom
I long not for remnant ember
I shout, “Stumble forth you fools!
And fall headlong toward December! ”
This place where time feels new
Yet, still seemingly too short,
I have a question of you, moment,
Now you’ve passed, so I’ll retort.
I pity record of these seasons,
From the longest to the least
Before any can recall them,
They must all first lie deceased.
Oh how futile it must be!
To exact that empty power,
Of recounting simple lives
By the year, the day, the hour.
To find shelter in this place
We move from one room to the next,
With time right there to guide us
Though we cannot count its steps.
I say, “Relish in the evening,
With the morrow come the dawn! ”
Whether we walk with it or not,
Time forever marches on.