The distinction between past, present, and future
is only an illusion. --Albert Einstein

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Time Well Spent

Time is a medium into which we all flow
With no destination it has no place to go.
It fills up our days and observes all we do
With impartial clarity as we wind our way thru.

In silence it sums or subtracts here and there
Like an incessant machine with never a care.
It holds all our challenges our promises too
As we choose or confront from our point of view.

It introduces the good along with the bad
Without a hint of the glad from the mad.
And when we stumble and fall it lends not a hand
It merely records how long it took us to stand.

Time curves and slows down as we move along faster
Like changing the pixels on a television raster.
Did it start with a bang; will it end with a rip?
Will it give us a rush or cause us to drip?

Two dates in our lives record beginning and end
And once it is finished we cannot amend
Our deeds are recorded on the soft sands of time
Still there’s no way to change wrong acts to sublime.

But if Einstein was right and the future is now
We can right many wrongs we’d as soon disavow
And create a new portrait before time runs its course
And show much improvement from finish to source.