Time will tell –

tally of suns and moons

draws age spots on cheeks,

fades spring blush,

traces wrinkles in the parchment;

and yet,

in your death throes,

you carpet the earth

in sunshine.

Time has told tales –

days and nights of wonder,

tear-stains over grass-stains

in endless cycles of wash and wear madness;

secrets,

loves gained and lost,

progeny wiped and polished and applauded,

aches echoing pains in a comedy of errors.

What your final glory will be,

only

Time will tell.