Ode to the Conundrum
Tranquil ripples flow to the shore,
Rolling pebbles in the crash and roar.
Like seconds, minutes, all the days till life’s done,
March forward till forever, this arcane conundrum.
Life finds time, the baby to embrace,
Crowned with love, is this child’s grace.
The quick life laughs, then again stumbles and falls,
Time, the giver, claims then recalls.
Shares youth’s sweet flush, passion reaches the sky,
To the old man’s stick and his contorted cry.
The bolt of light from whence we came,
To the funeral pyre, we return again.
Cruel time’s hand that wields the scythe,
Only hope persists to keep love alive.
This conundrum may baffle and deceive,
Alone, it’s the spirit that will conceive.
Oh, time’s enigma, is a paradox we face,
Yet in the poetry of life, we find solace.
So sing and strive, let hope arise,
It’s in this rhythm of existence, where our meaning lies.
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