I remember her well
she was a beautiful young nun
(I wondered about that later in life)
teaching young children about eternity.
Perhaps she had a training manual
nevertheless the lesson stuck.
If you envision Mt. Everest
made of diamonds, she said
the hardest material on earth
and a fly brushed the mountain
as it flew by every hundred years
the time it would take to wear
the mountain level to the ground
from the friction of its wings
would be one second in eternity.
For a young boy seconds don't count
other things to scurry about-
sounds like a long time though-
Recently, I wrote my life story
in just six words:
'Always in hurry, going nowhere fast'.
But there are not many seconds left
in this old body
having already spent 2 billion.
But, I'm late for a very important date,
what time do you have my friend?
Before we come to rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.