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.