The hourglass and the clock move only forward,
Never back, each second a grain of sand
Knocking down the doors of the past
In the vast dunes of outer space,
Tick tick ticking at a languid pace

As time marches on…

When the weight of humanity melts like wax
And the candle shrinks to a puddle,
It is swept into the sea by the wind
As a memory in the record album,
The vestige of each man in his time,
According to the weights and measures
Of the divine.

And then, when it’s my turn
To fade into history
There will come a time
When you too will forget me,

And time marches on,
And time marches on,

Time marches on…

Published by Andrew Blitman

Andrew Blitman is a poet and artist who is also the webmaster of this blog. He is the published author of 13 books, including "Birthright 2012: A Voyage into the Heart and Soul of Israel" and the "Wild Writers" Series. He can be reached at this e-mail address: andrew.blitman@gmail.com View all posts by Andrew Blitman