The Mocking Bird Of Time Poem by Sandra Feldman

The Present gives birth to the Past,
Once it's present, it's already past,
The fleeting moments are not,
For us to grasp and hold,
And what was done and told,
A memory that will not last,
Shadowed stories of our past.

We can't control Time,
Even if we wish,
Life is a Mocking Bird,
Served as a strange dish,
Garnished with Time,
With a bitter twist,
And a green taste of lime
Or maybe,
Just Nature's crime?