Magic of Time

Magic of Time
Lohit Datta-Barua, Humble, Texas

A few wrinkles
A few gray hairs
All sign of time
Someone dies
Someone is born
Someone begins to climb
Invincible he feels
The old hunchback gazes down
Looking frantically
for missing sands of time
And he trembles in fear
By the old cemetery
As he waits his turn
The king falls; some rejoice, some cries
The beggars die and no one minds
New born arrives; pain turns to smile
Winter gives way to spring
Love fills the air
Thorn birds sing in love
Broken heart bleeds in pain
Life, love, ascent, descent
Welcome, farewell
Time shapes us all
We come and go
Not of our own will
But at the mercy of time
That plays the tune
And we dance to it
until the end of time