Mark Squires
Who can resist the strangulating grip of time?
That which exists today is not there tomorrow
Like shooting stars which vanish in the flicker of an eye
Life comes and goes quicker than a speeding arrow
When someone dear dies and our heart bleeds
And pours our anguish of wordless grief
Remember everything has to eventually die
Like bubbles bursting in a matter of time brief
The only constant in life is its inconstancy
With time, our existence could become a myth
As every sunrise follows a sundown
Each birth leads to an eventual death
In the fluidity of time, we are in a state of flux
Don't obdurately clutch at something in your arms
Instead loosen your grip and let things go
With the ease of water running down your palms
Every lovely flower that blossoms once
Fades in time and eventually turns brown
If a leaf clings tenaciously to the tree
When autumn blasts strike, it falls down
Thus when cruelly expelled by the tree that held it close
Down it lies withered, trampled by treading feet
To die and dissolve in the soil to make it fecund
Allowing fresh life to seeds lying dormant in wait
Impermanence being in the grand design of things
To nothing in this world, one can permanently cling
So, willingly give way to herald in the new,
As autumn leaves cannot be laundered for the spring!
Valsa George
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