Despite sci-fi ideas of bending, traveling, tunneling wrinkling, that time thing just keeps moving along.
Another August 27. Click.
Sure the laws of physics can explain the passage of 10 years since my Mom passed away today and 20 years since Dad did, but how does it make sense that they would do so on the same calendar date, 10 years apart?
Beyond that, how is it now 10 and 20 years beyond cannot be explained by equations
No answers are ever expected, it is just left to wonder. And ponder (aside why don’t those two words rhyme?)
And that for everything, in their quiet and often not stated way, I owe Mom and Dad so much for just making me more than a random possibility. More than a speck of cellular matter in an infinite universe.
Even as the rhythm section of the band goes silent, the beat goes on. Time waits for no one…
Yes, star-crossed in pleasure, the stream flows on by
Yes, as we’re sated in leisure, we watch it fly, yesAnd time waits for no one, and it won’t wait for me
And time waits for no one, and it won’t wait for meTime can tear down a building or destroy a woman’s face
Hours are like diamonds, don’t let them wasteTime waits for no one, no favors has he
Time waits for no one, and he won’t wait for meMen, they build towers to their passing
Yes, to their fame everlasting
Here he comes, chopping and reaping
Hear him laugh at their cheatingAnd time waits for no man, and it won’t wait for me
Yes, time waits for no one, and it won’t wait for theeDrink in your summer, gather your corn
The dreams of the nighttime will vanish by dawnAnd time waits for no one, and it won’t wait for me
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And time waits for no one, and it won’t wait for me
No, no, no, not for me, no, not for me
No, no, no, not for me.
But I will be here for every August 27 I can.
Featured Image: In honor of Mom’s theory of butterflies…
You do beautiful life. Thanks for doing that.
Long live butterflies!!
They are poets! Thanks for stopping by.
Thanks little brother for always finding the right things to say. I could hear the music as I read the words! It never gets easier even as time goes by. I miss mom and dad everyday! The butterfly visits are so welcome on the 27th and everyday!
Butterflies, and rainbows, and single pennies on the ground during a walk. I dare say, I hear a bit of Bal’mer twang in the recording. I love to hear your mothers accent, the way she pronounces “past” and “while” and “hello”.