"When Time is Done with
Us"
By Ruhudeen Ali
12/12/11
The peculiar thing about the
passage of time is that when we're young we focus on getting through the year
so much so that our days pass by unnoticed. When we're older we focus on
getting through the day so much so that the years pass by unnoticed. What you
focus on stays in sight, what remains in the periphery slips by unannounced.
What you wish to speed up passes ever slower and what you wish to slow down
passes yet faster.
While
burning aflame
the
firewood sees not the pyre wane
But
when the fire is gone
And the
smoke remains alone
What
care do ashes have in which way they are blown?
When
the fire is gone
The
days and nights will moan
And
everything and nothing goes wrong
Swaying
to and fro, either way I mourn.
When
time is done with us
We
realize over what we fussed
But all
that was, was enough
When
looking back, why'd we ever scoff and lack trust
When
all that ever was, was but a moment with love?
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