We Pass This Way but Once

 ( I do not know the author of the above quote, but I like it)

Poetic Bloomings indulges The Sonnet today.

We pass this way but once, no trial run

Time is a live-and-learning entity

It doles in moments its shadow and sun

While we accept that what must be will be

Do moments spiral; do they drip or glide?

Where is the fount of Time’s ceaseless discourse?

Without consent we join its forward-slide

Age keens the senses to its soundless force

Intangible, its urgent undertow

Stirs apathy to sudden consciousness

Of moment-dispensation’s virgin flow

Into the grasp of human wantonness

We pass this way but once and we must choose

The handling of pure moments; use, abuse

© Janet Martin