The Sounds of Time
time is a relentless foe
within its grasp we labor
its origin we do not know
its gifts we gladly savor
the ticking clock its rhythmic chime
the crow of the cock its bugler
the sounds of the winds of time
the music of an Irish fiddler
voices with no faces
chattering incessantly to one and all
a passing train destined for unknown places
sends out its mournful call
the humming of city traffic
speeding to destinations they’ve been before
the sounds of rain so graphic
the rushing rivers mighty roar
the laugh of an innocent child
the sigh of the one you love
the sounds of love beguiled
the coo of the emerald dove
the silent sound of tears
gives way to the sounds of weeping
a broken heart can be hidden for years
its damaged core left seeping.
all of these many sounds of time
form the symphony of our lives
and life presents a tedious climb
before our final destiny arrives
©Copyright Charlie Gragg
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