Time and the River
By John Herlihy

The wind whispered of time and the river;
Up against time, the river is but a sliver.
Time yawns widely as the earth turns;
The hours shrivel up as the sun burns.
An enticing future do sweet dreams make;
A hopeless future do these dreams forsake.
Life rushes forward as the eternal giver,
Frothing and gushing a tumultuous river.
Of course, mysteries abound to give pause;
Curiosity and interest become first cause.
Alas, time itself is a cold and heartless river,
As orphaned and exiled, we can only shiver.
Time will finally deliver us back to eternity,
As the river sets us free into the open sea.