Time’s Cycle

A.

Everything comes round again
be it good or ill;
changes come only when
old returns, the cycle to fulfill.

Again! I fear that everything
—ill and not just good—will be
when yet again the cycle changes.
Fulfill me, then, Time’s cycle, before I am too old.

B.

What’s new for me is old for you,
distant parents of the past,
but it makes it no less true
for me that I am living it last.

You laugh at me that I regret what
past each day grows distant.
True, I cling to passing moments, but
last or next I’ll wonder what they’re for.

C.

Time, as it is, seems both so foreign
and so much a companion.
Pain it is to accept my portion
when soon, too soon, it will abandon.

Foreign though you may be, Time—
companion of this life, my cup and
portion—by this I’ll face your pain:
Abandon all fear and worry of when.

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