Time In Change
Time in change, and change in time
As we grow old stripped and gnawed of our prime
People fading, people dropping to where
No one ever comes back from there
Each figure that vanished and your life has left
A block of hollow is dropping, sinking into your lose
So much of you is plundered and bereft
The world has irreversibly changed in such a profound gross
A whole part of your picture is dropped to fall
Like a giant iceberg shading its edge into the sea
The landscape dreadfully deposed; stand upon the cemetery wall
Would it not be better for you- not to be
People in pictures left; precious moments of the past
The days once in moments of light and glee, sand and sea
The days we never contrive of termination and last
The days of endless sun and roses with hammering clans of bee
Busy buzzing in circles around every blooming spring tree
poem by Isaac Ziv
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