Man is Time’s fool - Polyacrostic Sonnet

Most answers naught important show, though I
answers seek beyond doors padlocked tight, -
naught penetrates the sense of day and night
important or earth-shaking ‘neath sad sky.
Show Man the path to happiness whereby,
though mortal still, endowed with second-sight,
‘I’ melts in ‘you’ – gene-I-US equal quite -
‘My’, ‘Your’ and ‘Their’ identical. Time’s eye
Essence exposes – every hidden lie.
Scan through the soul, though moving fingers write,
For something more than evanescent flight –
Overtures ephemeral deny.
Of Time in time the secrets shall be found,
Light wings allowing Man to leave base ground.

1 October 1991

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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