A Face-to-Face With Father Time (no mask required ;-)

 

Yesterday included a tour along a photo-path,

How bitterest-sweetest is Time's Aftermath

.and mean-whilst our

water-woe saga continues😢

So far they have discovered the alarm's sensor-ball stuck so it did

not notify us that the pump in the tank,  installed during previous water-woes

had taken a holiday!

“Man who is born of woman 

Is of few days 

and full of trouble.

Job 14:1

But we all know 

both highs and lows 

follow the same path to 

What Once Was!

You leave, and do not grieve the love 

In hours we held dear 

As echoes ride thy timbre of 

A day-week-month, then year 

How doth thy gossamer design 

Affixed with grin and groan 

Plant and purge Verge’s vapour vine 

In plots of skin and bone 

Where lowest lows and highest highs 

And all points in between 

Are reduced to the husk of sighs 

Where starry eyes had been 

You stretch and squeeze and startle us 

With ways as old as you 

But to the student-heart of us 

It feels foreign and new 

As we, with brunt of blue-gray-gold 

Become attuned to things 

Like what is hinged to have-and-hold 

With fluttering heart-strings 

I do not picture you as crass

But oh, the art you steal

Takes the apprentice of your class

Aback at how we feel

You leave behind the aftermath 

Of all you put us through 

Then kindly grace life’s beaten path 

With Today, Ever New 

© Janet Martin