The Cloth of Time

The concept of time is
Like a cloth
Waving in the wind.
The wind collides
And bounces,
Causing the cloth to sway.

We are the specks
Of dust
Nestled within
The fibers of time.

This cloth is where
We sleep and wake.
This wind is the result
Of our existence.

When the wind is still
The cloth of time
Hangs
Like a man
Whose time has run out.

poem by by unknown author
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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