On The
Corner
The
summer solstice swings by and I lie in the rye
Time had
no meaning until I had to reflect and cry
We move
from childhood to youth and then an adult sees truth
We’re not
taught that time is master uncouth
The
Pagans worship at Stonehenge unhinged
But maybe
my half-smile sees some sanity tinge
For time
dictates and seals everyone’s fate
The only
prediction where inevitability is a given state
Wasted
time is a relative of mine
But don’t
be smug; we’re all guilty of that crime
Yet
relative to what is the judge that punishes
Within I
feel emotion that raises and diminishes
In the
sun time stands still, the beach and ocean thrill
But in
the desert of life it burns and kills
Reality
is the sun dial and wrinkled skin in the mirror
Life is
never a straight line so celebrate the longest day’s quiver
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