Ultimately will come a time
when time is called on Time
There will be no more time
for one more time
and no time will remain
for time and time again
because again will not be seen again
when Time has met its end.
Time won’t drag and Time will fly no more,
at the closing of the temporal door
There will be no time to waste or kill
as Time just will exist no more.
There will be no more give it time
for Time will have no time to live.
No more time heals many wounds
when Time has no time left to give.
No more once upon a time, when
Time has run out of onces to be upon.
Time is finite, and its days are numbered,
Time cannot be stretched beyond
its allotted time when there’s no time
for Time to waste or burn.
When time is up for Time, it will be
counted out, no extra time left to return
Time may be an arrow, but one day
its momentum will be fully spent
No more living on borrowed time,
when Time is no longer able to be lent
When Time folds in upon itself
and silently blinks into the void
What’s left will be no distant hum
no echo of the spheres destroyed
The nothingness, forevermore
the vacuum pervading space
will not behold its former state
a fleck on the Creator’s face
Seconds out, the minutes fly,
the hour has come.
Time’s up.
Goodbye.
Steve Wheeler © 22 April, 2021
photo © Steve Wheeler
NB: There is a video of me reading this poem on YouTube. You can watch it here:
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