Each second does pass,

Right now is just a second away from the past,

The present does only exist,

For the second it does take to say the word,

The past is always there, the future but a solitary whiff…

Once we do write a word,

It does fly away like a bird,

To the past where it may last,

Something we can say then that it already occurred,

We may then think we heard,

But in reality, in our memory it is all but blurred… 

Each moment that does tick away,

Is another where we can ultimately pay,

Our dues to a higher being that may,

Allow us yet another moment in time to play,

As a moment in time to the gods,

Is but a fleeting micro-second,

They do use therein a feather them to us to beckon…

        © ed ~ 1/2/05