The only thing that lasts is the  Past

The Present evanescent, the Future unknown,

Time has wings, all things are temporal

Before we know it, it's forever, flown.

Time waits for no one, we know that

Fluid, as are the waters that flow,

Under or over bridges all

‘Tis neither fast nor is it slow

Relative, it is to all things alive

Man ,Beast, Bees in the hive,

To Father Time they all succumb

Ephemeral, indeed, is the word survive.

To each his/her own is destiny

At the end of which lies mirage,

That which we call Eternity

The oasis called Heaven, we envisage.

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The Mirage we Envisage



The only thing that lasts is the  Past

The Present evanescent, the Future unknown, Time has

Time waits for no one, we know that

Fluid, as are the waters that flow,

Under or over bridges all

‘Tis neither fast nor is it slow

Relative, it is to all things alive

Man ,Beast, Bees in the hive,

To Father Time they all succumb

Ephemeral, indeed, is the word survive.

To each his/her own is destiny

At the end of which lies mirage,

That which we call Eternity

The oasis called Heaven, we envisage.