Seconds Age Poem by soren Barrett

Time a ruler, a measuring stick, nothing lies beyond its ends
In its middle, time's measurement depends on how it bends
Only numbers on a clock that take stock in the movement of hands
Change and memory, puzzle pieces time increases, Clotho spins thread strands

In memory's ice the past frozen, can only be rearranged when chosen by a mind deranged
Future a projection, wish and fear protection, only the now can be changed
No memory no age reflection, no change no detection of time
This is nature's impeccable, simple, inflexible rhyme

Smoke a retrospection of what once was, as a log its recollection does persist
When all change stops the bubble pops, time ceases to exist
The more change the faster the climb in the speed of time, infinite movement reaches sublime
With entropy's death, Chronos takes his last breath, time dies stopping on a dime