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Robert Lindner
Traveling Into Time
Traveling into time
Is what I’ll do, in the universe I’m
Traveling in. I will
Travel on, while I’m still
Here, enjoying life, till
I reach the end of time with one last rhyme.
I hope my traveling
Will be pleasant, till my poem will bring
Me to the final verse,
When my atoms will disperse,
For better or for worse,
Since there is an ending to everything.
But until then I’ll try
To keep it simple and let the words I
Write reveal my thoughts of
Life and the need for love,
A happiness far above,
A happiness that takes me to the sky,
As I travel and lift
My eyes up high, each day that is my gift,
As time goes by, and I’m
Still traveling in time.
Up to the sky, I’ll climb,
In my imagination, where I’ll drift
Into the future, while
I explore the past, which brings a smile
To me, as I enjoy
Memories and I toy
With being a young boy
Again, but no longer needing to style
Myself to match what was
In, in my youth or what’s in now because
There is only what I’m
Able to do with rhyme,
As I travel in time,
In my old body that’s full of the flaws
That are caused by aging,
Getting older, where time is damaging
To every body part,
Bones, joints, brain and heart,
All parts that had their start,
When I turned into a human being,
And began traveling,
Once upon a time, at the beginning
Of me. But now I’m old,
Much older, truth be told,
Than the body, the mold,
Prepared by evolution for that thing
Called “human” life which I
Am, as I’m traveling into time by
The only road I know.
There’s nowhere else to go,
But into time, although
There are still choices, new things you can try
It’s up to you or me
To find the path through what’s left of “To be,”
When we know that time must
Win the race we’re in, “Dust
To Dust.” Time is unjust,
But it’s just time, and it’s reality.
We can’t escape it, though
The mind may want to find somewhere to go,
Beyond the boundaries
Of time to fantasies,
And ancient mysteries,
That are not real, but may be tales we know.
We may believe in them,
Or we may think they’re foolish, and condemn
Them into the darkness
They came from. A madness
Of the mind. Nothingness.
Though they’re just sayings like an apothegm
That refers to tomorrow
As another day. And, of course, we know,
The sun will come up, then.
As time goes by, again,
And I’ll remember when,
And try to enjoy what I can borrow
From time, as I pass through
Tomorrow and tomorrow. It’s the new
Day, today, time to say,
O.K., I’m on my way,
And wish you a good day,
From one who’s traveling into time to
Another, who also
Must obey the laws of space-time. You know
There is no other way.
Yesterday, then today
Then “tomorrow,’ they say,
“Is another day.” So that’s where I’ll go.
I hope to see you there.
Today, I’m traveling into time. Where
Else can I go? So I’m
Traveling into time,
Going from rhyme to rhyme.
And, of course, you know, I’ve got rhymes to spare.
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