I've heard it told all things must pass
Our days profound, yet, fragile still,
Are trapped within a tender glass
Though sands so ardorously mass
And like the tears of Chronus spill,
Good times must all, one day, drift pass
Though ever-fervently amassed,
Howe'er meticulously filled,
We're bound by that same hour-glass
It's never reverent, never crass,
It's bound by neither good nor ill,
Resolved instead to see us pass
Its master's bound within its grasp
For none can flee its solemn will
As Saturn, too, is cased in glass
We fear to see our sands fly fast
And falling faster, bid them still,
Though in our hands they quickly pass
But neither future, present, past
Can work to find this truth distilled:
It's in our hands to turn the glass
Life's a drink, though quickly passed,
I think I'll pour another glass.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
I've heard it told all things must pass
Our days profound, yet, fragile still,
Are trapped within a tender glass
Though sands so ardorously mass
And like the tears of Chronus spill,
Good times must all, one day, drift pass
Though ever-fervently amassed,
Howe'er meticulously filled,
We're bound by that same hour-glass
It's never reverent, never crass,
It's bound by neither good nor ill,
Resolved instead to see us pass
Its master's bound within its grasp
For none can flee its solemn will
As Saturn, too, is cased in glass
We fear to see our sands fly fast
And falling faster, bid them still,
Though in our hands they quickly pass
But neither future, present, past
Can work to find this truth distilled:
It's in our hands to turn the glass
Life's a drink, though quickly passed,
I think I'll pour another glass.
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