Especially when happy and glad
In sure and steady steps time marches from the past.
Time in the present is really not so bad
Since time is not past or future, can it last?
Time is like a ball of yarn, which rolled from a shelf.
It falls and bounces yet with each motion it moves toward its end
In spite of watcher or location, time marches despite vanity or even self
Within its bounds are we tightly held, as God does intend.
When the yarn seems fully undone, an endless yarn has really been spun.