The Disappearance Of Time Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

It takes a child twenty years to become fully grown,
But in the second twenty the adult is very much alone.

Aging is our marker along the lines of time,
The arduous is everlasting, too short the sublime.

Time is shorter now, an hour is the blinking of my eye,
When I realize how fast it's going, I am very close to die.

I've learnt the secret of timelessness, I've crossed to the other side,
In the ageless infinity of time immemorial, where the souls reside.

We should learn to know our lives that way, respect the singularity of time,
To prepare for the time acceleration and not to fear our decline.

For no fear of life everlasting is the only sure and tested way,
That our own timeline will right itself, and a day will last a day.