ALL MY PUNY SORROWS

Does the ghost of a day
Understand its failure
That it is wasted in
Its rise and shine
That relief descends
In a midnight chime

Do the hours ever perceive
That their ticks tock in vain
That the now
Is never further from
The minute... passed...
That proclaimed its pain 

That time is illusion
That one day is the next
That yesterday is not gone
It's just today carried on...
Eternally

M P 6/3/21