Wheel of Time

Passively, I observe the world as it whirls by
I have endured long here, patiently waiting
Counting my years across the sky
As time, doing what time will, continues her winding and plaiting

Sometimes, I dream of a golden day
When happiness is simple and beauty more true
Merrily, I turn! In the water I play
I’m in my glory. The world is new

A woman’s laughing, yellow hay in her hair
There’s joy in the reaping of what has been sown
They work hard for their bounty, no question of fair
And feel pride in knowing they created their own

Then, I open my eyes on this present noisy haze
Where even the air is stingy and thin
It’s people scurry like rats in a maze
lines of worry etched in their skin

Some, with pity, gaze upon me. I don’t care for them
Is it the passage of time that they fear?
I know the glory of the past and will endure to view it all again
The years go by but I am always here

My frame is sagging now, I’ve grown old and weary
I think I’ll rest some more
Yes, close my eyes on a world grown dreary
and open them again when it’s all less a bore.
-LM Jones