Time Of Now Poem by shimon weinroth

time dogs my steps
creeps into my bones
daunts my spirit
creaks up my joints
stabs my flesh,

hurts my pride,
warns me that forever
is a dream,
there is no cure
to stop the clicking clock

ticking the will of time
all the more reason
to make every tick count
and every tock take stock
in the limited company called me

so I fill my hour glass
with resolutions, promises of deeds
that will leave the memory of me
to the eternity of was
and will be

an endless
future
of the family tree
a species
humane and free