A Count On Time Poem by Alexandrian Ink

I was watching a TV show
Saw the nature in a simultaneous flow
The child is father of the man
The daughter is called but woman
Bounded each to each in rolls
I wish my days to be so and tolls.
Thou little boy, a child of joy
Thy wings have grown
And since you called me
Time has by little flee
Not in entire forgetfulness
And not in utter nakedness
But narrating the past behind
Exposing the future ahead.
A count on a few years time
Left in nature's paradigm.
"She" is laden with children
"He" a father made, a Dad chosen
And life thus call us apart
In an endless tales repeat
And the soul's immensity
over whom thy immortality

August 30.2017