The Fullness of Time

By John Herlihy

We often speak of the fullness of time,

We never speak of its stark emptiness.

 In truth, time has little fulness to spare,

It just comes and goes with nary a care.

Remember the fact of the surety of time,

Is drawn from the well of eternity’s mine.

Is drawn from the well of eternity’s mine,

Time’s emptiness always seems in haste,

With nothing to do, it just goes to waste.

The young comment on time’s fullness,

The elderly lament of time’s emptiness.

The fullness of time has served us well,

Its emptiness well forgotten, truth to tell.

The fullness of time has invaded us all,

Vast, endless, it simply holds us in thrall.

Either empty or full, its arrow never stops,

With the passage of time, everything rots.

In the fullness of time, I do see a promise,

In knowing time’s worth, I value its solace.