"Life is spent waiting for what we're unsure
Stoically ready for births, deaths, and pain to endure
The agents of chaos spreading disorder throughout
Mind boggling though perhaps that's what entropy's about

Standing in line, stuck at red lights, a shaky voice,
A single moment with facets galore, an infinity of choice
Diverging paths to who knows where the less traveled road
Will lead to events unplanned waiting as we are for another load

Stunned, all too soon anticipation is reminiscence
Moving on always in the present to combat obsolescence
A mere moment's forever, infinity's too much
For friendship for family and romance..........and such

The postman's delivery never arrives when we hoped
The telephone rings and your daughter's eloped
Falling asleep while watching the clock
There's never enough for a meaningful talk

Marking it's passage a tree will grow rings
A man grows frail, slow, and other nasty things
That make us wonder about eternity and life
And whether any of us gets a pass from the strife

Time is God; God is time said with each breath
Though none gets to find out until we've faced death
To learn of space and time wound up like a vine
The fabric of existence so precisely fine

We race to the sea like lemmings to drown
In a world of self doubt by the time we have grown
Bored of the times there was nothing to do
Perhaps it's now time for ourselves to be true

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This poem published in Harvests of The New Millennium, Art and Poetry, Cybert Publications, Jan, 2008

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