LIFE THROUGH TIME REFLECTED
Time writes no wrinkles endless or sublime
Calm or convulsed as if it were comprised
Of the idea of eternity, as if it were a child
Born of the naivete' that most do despise
Sending time on the long hunt for learning life...
Life then paints the seasons, spring to winter
Like building a home with wood that splinters
Like, the minds of men who built the 3-D printer
Confusing the child on his hunt through life's filter
Time writes no wrinkles but allows for free thinkers...
It is within that freedom where life is projected
Upon great movie screens of the minds-eye reflected
Where memories interwoven with time are perfected
And eventually manifest as history then protected
By 'Ultimate Truth', and then carefully connected...
Tony Taylor
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love your poem you are
a master
Tony my friend this is a truly great write.
Nigel
Awww Abfab Tony your words always calm my inner soul ❤️❤️❤️
Really cool write angel
" TRUTHS " get credit. Any way you live. Anywhere you are. At anytime.
You, cannot hide from realities. However they come, to you.
" A Man For All Seasons " turns the head, giving warning, as well as appreciation, of the scope of knowledge through experiences. However delivered by fate, or, circumstances.
The length of the span speaks the truths, born of willingness to involve oneself in all aspects of LIFE. Whatever, the definition. Whatever, the realizations. Whatever, senses tell of cause, and effects.
The world can seem " mysterious " at times. Clearly. But, at the end, of experience, is the giving meaningful conjecture and assessment of time. And. your worth. Derived from evaluating costs, over benefits.
You, understand. More, than most. Surely ? :) :)