Ant Smith

Mortality

Time seems to flow

Time seems to flow from start to end

With occasional points we comprehend

As anchors in a sea of age

Or the turning of a written page

Congratulations it's a boy

Happy Christmas, peace and joy

Eternity plods along a path

From chance to chance and to mishap

Depression holds me in the past

Anxiety's a future trap

We measure lives in coffee spoons

And dwell on ghosts within our rooms

Clocks run down and suns burn out

And life is lived beneath a cloud

Where will I be a year from now?

Laid out pretty in fine white shroud

Time seems to flow from start to end

With occasional points we comprehend

As a moment where we made a choice

But so few moments to rejoice

Time seems to flow from start to end

With occasional points we comprehend

Time travel can, bring on the bends

What time breaks, only time can mend

Mortality