Sonnet 136, Question Is... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Question is, if time is meaningful and
Whether coming days are equal in their hour;
They both are strict and mindful in their power,
For they run fast or slow, though some will strand.
With each of these, there is so much of bland,
Delicateness like that of a flower;
Which fresh is first in the early morning shower,
Before there comes the new day to understand.
The grieves we have will move on from us fast,
Their memory, their brine, so far away,
Each is new and different in their showing;
For nothing in their time will come to last,
Both sad and happy hour’s together play,
Differently until they are going.