I am.....
Treading untiringly upon the endless street, Neither at a gallop; nor on leaden feet, Bereft of form, devoid of shape; stranger to birth, unknown to death, I have waited for none; yet waited on with bated breath, And visions of joy, fear, ecstasy and sorrow in the tidings I might bring, As summer turns into autumn, and winter into spring
I am ever the inert passerby, always on the go, Yet, the patience of some I try; yet others want me to be slow, Some curse my arrival, and wish I never did show, Some thank my presence, and wish I never would go Some dread my growth to see, some try to outgrow me, While some fall behind, and just let me be.
I am hailed by Man to be the healer supreme, The panacea for all wounds, however extreme. Behind me I leave a trail of gold, That anoints every bygone in its mold, To reflect and cherish and yearn to return, And to retrace its every step, be it one of acceptance or of spurn
I see the Universe go round, a...