The Turn Of The Time Poem by Egal Bohen

Each wave
Of the sea
That falls
On the shore
Falls not
On the place
Of the wave
Just before
The seas move
With the tides
As they come
And they go
And all things
In the sea
Are the same
'In the flow'
But our 'tide'
Is the Time
Which carries
Us through
From our past
To our future
In
The present
We know
But one day
It may be
That the Time
It may turn
Like the tide
On the beach
From which
we may learn
On the sand
You can tell
Where each
Little wave fell
With the flotsam
It carried
For it lies there
as well
If the quest
Is to get
Up the beach
I just hope
That mankind
Can succeed
Or God
Throws him
a rope
For at the turn
Of the Time
After such
A long ride
It would be
A disaster
If Man were
To find
That he was
Just as dross
On the beach
Left behind
Or worse still
Carried off
Cast adrift
With no line
To be washed
Back and forth
In the
Oceans of Time