Time Intrigues My Soul...

The three confused daughters of time

Each carrying an hourglass

With a thousand moods, it did pass

The past, an apparition, is what they say

The sand's drifted to the bottom

The pas was never here to stay!

Dreamy eyed, the future WILL

Someday gather its aging fast

Wondering what the future holds

Which never began and cannot last

Holding disguises of the other two

Present, IS rarely seen as true

And through the present has no one to owe

In bits and pieces, it does accrue

To the future unknown, the faint paint of past

Present, a gift spelled the same

Given and taken, all in the life's game