Today’s date is made of numbers
Though not traced to a true Day 1
Did time begin with the first Big Bang?
Or the lighting of our sun?
Did our own clocks start with a birthday?
Or nine months before in the womb?
While Earth spins and marks days passing
Tick-tock, toward the tomb
Every second left us is precious
Wanting neither good nor ill
A fragment of a lifetime
To be bent to serve one’s will
When troubles hang about the shoulders
Weighing down like heavy boulders
Think then of some better days
When life and fate led other ways
Ahead, your road has twists and turns
But not all are bad for one who learns
There’s always chance to change direction
With careful thought and more reflection
Every life has ups and downs
Each their share of smiles and frowns
Look to yourself, no other’s load
To seek and find the happy road
Who can, with lens of sincere mind
Deny wrongdoing in their lives?
Were that all could ever be kind
No erring in our archives
Some set out with clear intent
To bring about the mischief
Most do not have that wicked bent
But still bring others grief
For those who wear that latter hat
Then learn what others see
Time gnaws at conscience as a rat
Dining on misery
Which sea denies the pull of the moon?
What puppet dances to its own tune?
A barbed and chastening valentine
No choice at all; the fault’s all mine
Could do better, the report card says
But how to change one’s errant ways?
Alas, some choices can’t be mended
Outcome’s not as was intended.
Each act’s curtain draws to a close
Why it matters, none other knows
Who is for the cut and thrust?
With nowhere else to go
Hide still now, if now you must
Keep your head down low
Know only this of him behind
Who, watchful, stalks in shadows
Listening quiet, never blind
Unseen, but all, he knows
If any can show what many cannot
With courage in adversity
Hold things together; not lose the plot
But show the timorous pity
Then they will reap as they have sown
Lauded by their peers
Who then may boast that they have known
A few who conquered their fears