A Little Like A Rhyme...

 Here we are again, almost at the close of another year which opens into 

Something almost surreal sounding...2020!!

Looking into the future feels a little like this morning 

as we peer into the fog but can't see very far at all!

Like burrs that cling and sting a bit

Like blurs of heatwave chilled

Or eyes that water from the grit

Of dust kicked up and stilled

Like havoc wreaked by light and dark

As rise and set of sun

Vexes the vessels that embark

…destinies yet unknown

Like laugh lines on the phantom face

Of dear old Father Time

Beholding generations chase

Dreams like a rolling dime

Like a big jigsaw puzzle but

Each piece a bit too wide  

Like doors that swing open and shut

With morn and eventide

Or like high-rises made of sand

Pleasing to sight and such

But then unable to withstand

The winds and waves of touch

Like graves that gape beneath a sod

Engraved with need and greed

Where feet still dance and hands applaud

And hope scatters its seed

Like pioneers that blaze a trail

Through Unknown’s testing toll

While Mercy tips the sacred scale

That strips all but the Soul

Like dewdrops that sparkle and fade

Like diamonds none can keep

They decorate the whirring blade

That fells the rippling sweep

Like laughter that no longer rings

Save where the heart and mind

Safe-guards would-be-forgotten things

Of living left behind

Where God gifts lilts to you and me

A little like a rhyme

Or fisticuffs of poetry

Wrapped in Something called Time

© Janet Martin