Time Games Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Yes it is true time must (for man) keep marching on,
there is no room for hesitation or arrears,
yet I have found by chance the all surpassing con:
it's touch and fondling and the love of salty tears.
I'll let you think on this my plain and dullard friends,
while you keep soldiering for bread and cheddar cheese,
for you it is the circus clown who always ends
the silly laughter and the aim is just to please.
Who is omnipotent to make up laws and rules
who would be free to hand out penalties to man?
It may be God who takes us all to be his fools
you can be sure to be your God, (well, if you can) .