Poetic Verses

Time

Minutes turn the hands of time
Aging better a bottle of wine
or sour grapes when in the past
better wasn't always last

Celestial bodies,in time, turn
Entities in fire burn
As move the waters with the tide
remnants of yesteryear collide

Earthly revolutions spin
Other forms of life begin
to move and grow, evolve and die
The aging process by and by

Time will never pass the test
of keeping all that is the best
For some will age as fine wine
while others bitter like the brine

10/15/02


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