An Ode to my Dream Lady of time

An Ode to my Dream Lady of Time

You are known to be a capricious lady

Who changes lovers with an insatiable

Delight! For to be steady suits you not

Ever restless, ever thankless, your eye

Switches for victims new, and with joy

Untold, you strike at beauty and talent

Alike, and to dust do turn monument

And power alike! But you sure discern

Not between young and old, and the not

So handsome might not escape your gaze.

Nor might escape those that wake nor those

That sleep, all alike are victims of your spell.

But why does millionaire a beggar turn and

Why does beggar ride the rich man's throne

Know I not! Yet do you put the sick to sleep

And the dying to smile of times that were

With joy filled! But sometimes do you pour

Salve on wounds that burn, a healer one

Moment, reaper the next. But then Time,

Sure you are a capricious woman that discerns

Not between the sick and the fit, the fair or

The dark, the sweet or the bitter, young or

Old! Yet with one blow of your scythe do you

Level one and all! And yet you flit around the

World with light steps that traipse through

The seasons some fair and some so drab!

And as the shadows do lengthen and I the

Writer of this verse do fight the slumber of

Night, you smile at me one brief time and

Lo, in a split do write what ages took to

Think! For if I could grab the horns of time

Or swing on wings so swift, sure would I

Turn twenty-four into forty-eight! But alas!

Do you flee away with steps so swift,

And I do return to a slogging match to

Complete my verse in time for the morning

Light to read it with! Thus do I wait for a

Moment when my lady love would smile at

Me once more, but alas, she has many more

Worthier than me, the one toiling in the

Dark attic would scarcely a glance draw

From one who'd so capricious and fluid be!