In the evening of life <br />the afternoon is infinite <br />with the sip of tea <br />that lasts forever. <br /> <br />With the beginning and ending <br />of consciousness <br />each second ticks <br />and we feel the questions <br /> <br />Where will we be? <br />What will tomorrow bring? <br /> <br />Although we think we know <br />We never know – <br />Not really- <br />For time is infinite<br /><br />Fred Babbin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-infinite-afternoon/
