All a Measure of Time

We spend our lives pretending it all matters.

Nothing really matters. (But we need to believe.)

And when we grow old we discover the latter.

Ah but with age, too late you say, and everything

done unwinds and becomes undone. The hour glass

of time is running out of sand as the Cosmos expands.

Time is measured looking back. The star shine today

is history you see which took thousands of light years

to get here.

The future never really arrives. The bait is on the

hook in front of you. Tomorrow is the prize before

your eyes, and is not realized until it becomes today.

And what you were yesterday has been left behind.

                                 -30-

Chris Hanch 7-11-2020