A Tome of Poems: Cronos

CRONOS

Its a perpetual river flowing without ebb

Round and round it goes like the cycle of Kreb

Its contents washed away never to be undone

Carrying with it ripples of things to come.

Its the endless rotations of a celestial wheel

Events come and go which no one can conceal

Secrets buried and destinies foretold

No one can escape the grasp of its hold.

Its a titan controlling the epoch of the cosmos

Convicted and committed, no one can stop Cronos

The past a memory, situations we can’t suture

The present a gift, utilize and plan for the future.