A time for everything
04/29 2023
**** reflected through time's fickle pen.
Always too long, always too late, but then
As you peer between the Venetian blinds,
See the drain which a single rain drop finds.
Its lifespan but half a moment, but how it sighs.
****, that for which we toil under the sun.
The sun which always sets, always too late, never begun.
Whatever shall be, shall be forever,
Even the pain which arises from waiting for better weather.
****, a time for everything.
A time for loss, and always a time for pain's sting.
A time for laughter at the river of drops,
Reflected through the scratch of Lee Chong's pen.