Reckoned to be running out, humanity <br />Keeps chasing Time, follows carefully <br />Time's demands, obeying insanity's <br />Frenetic rush. Folk run, hardly aware <br />Of sands - sink, and dashing stick blindly. <br /> <br />Present ignored, they strive for the future, <br />Or past, yet being sucked down, always found <br />With perplexities, no joy, demuring <br />From race for a moment, just flounder, <br />Sinking still more. Time's needs are not kindly. <br /> <br />We miss contentment if clutching no peace <br />We heedless rush on, no standing to stare. <br />Goals from a sandpit will never be reached, <br />Scurrying quicker will not get us there. <br />Time which is Now is the only benignly. <br /> <br /> <br />If we fail to admit the present wonder of such, <br />The Now, which is timeless, yields us not much.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sands-of-time-15/
