Monday, July 27, 2015

Treasure Hunt

From the gasp of full awareness
To the clasp of ever-past
Pours the future to the present
Through a season fading fast

Innocence, kind unawareness
Sweetens youth until one day
Like a jolt of new-found knowledge
They see how time ticks away

Then they join the slogging masses
Surging non-stop t’ward the sky
Sobered by the full awareness
Of a gripping lullaby

Joining we who strain to treasure
Or measure a moment’s jot
Even as it seals its measure
In the fortress of a thought

…while we, more than flesh ellipses
Struggle to embrace Time’s goal
 As the plot of clocks eclipses
And strips garments from the soul

© Janet Martin

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