A Page From the Notebook of An Observer of Time

The erasing of the past bring about new perils
Or so I am lead to believe
Think of me not as the everlasting Father
The keeper of the sands
But merely as a student
An entourage
A man hastily realizing the outcome of not having enough
Or possibly, for some, thriving in excess
However it may be
That we see time to be needed
All that is soon wasted by pathetic deeds
And to our belief we see the end come near
And share either eternal bliss
Or millennia of purgatory
My erudition gathered thus far has stated
That we should not fear it
Loathe it
Or shun it
But rather embrace it while it stands
Because each second is unique
For in passing, we will never see it again
For you, I humble myself in stating that
Time is a rapidly dissolving glacier
And we the endless summer