Relentless pacing of years,
despite illusions,
marching slowly in single file
towards their ultimate goal.
Snatching here, giving there,
teasing with promises
that slip twixt cup and lip.

Compassion, cupping the chins
of drooping heads,
raises them gently to gaze briefly
into the wonder of fulfilment.

The spring of life coils endlessly,
twisting through the years.
The soaring thrust of youth
strides arrogantly
into the summer garden,
preens still, in the desperate,
vivid beauty of Autumn,

then wearily lifts aged arms to scratch
at the slate skies of winter, letting
through the life waters of heaven
to nourish the unborn years.

© Marion Sharville

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