Time

(Cone Nebula by Space dot com)

Oh Time you trouble me.

You’re always on the move,

So Death can come too soon.

 

Without you, though, we never

Would be here to live this life.

Yes, nothing can exist

Without your all-pervading presence.

They say your mother was

The Big Bang:

From nothing, a singularity,

You emerged.

 

So now you keep on going,

Remorselessly bringing

A seemingly endless cycle

Of Life and Death.

Can we travel through you?

Nobody knows.

Will you ever die?

Perhaps when the Universe has spread

Too thin.

One thing’s for sure.

Dear Time, we never can

Ignore you.

Paul Butters