Time is telling
but the heart
will not yield-
the clinging
to what went before
transcends reasoning

in intransigence
the loving and the hating
the coming-together
and the parting

memory plays tricks
in its condoning or rejecting
love vacillates in doubting
hate revels in exaggerating

how is a life measured?
what makes for good living?
futile is philosophising
what life does is eluding.