Fly At The Speed Of Light

Arrows of time
Rays of light
Sped pass us with heculian might
Flows of ice
Waves of tide
Washing horizon with freshen pride
Time had gone
These ties will be for long

Glaze through event glass
Near six years had passed
Sit at time of fly
Realise that age gone by
Who knows when we next meet
How changes have been made
Perhaps another few had sped pass
Perhaps in pale beard and golden brows
Savouring the days we had in youth
-- 15/2/02

Commentary

This is one of the follow ups of the poem One in a Million. Also written during the period where I've been sending a number of friends off for further pursuits. Somehow, it came as a revelation that six years had passed since we first saw each other in polytechnic. In many context, we can be considered to be "old" friends already. How time has gone by is indeed fearful. Perhaps without conscious thoughts, we might mimic the grand-daddies having coffee and savouring the time gone by. As in the song "Those were the days"......