Cheers to Years Because Time Always Disappears

All these mornings

Of pouring coffee

Of nose-to-the-grindstone

Adds up to years

And suddenly we are

Startled anew

At how fast

Time disappears

The hand that gathers

Morning-noon-night

And binds it

Into sheaves

Though Kindness bestows

Rose-thorn joy

Still, the heart

Gently grieves

The morning light

That precedes noon

Before night

Darkly breaks

Composes a

Dissonant tune

By what Time gives

…and takes

This what-we-have-

And-hold

Will soon fold

To Yore's far-off land

Time fills the heart

And soul with more

Than thought can

Quite command

© Janet Martin