From separate chains
Two links intertwine
So begins the new chain
A new life of time
The commonly miraculous
Where nothing was, now is
Time begins with a cry
The slight sound of a small chain
The day becomes the night
Becomes the day
Becomes the week
Becomes the month
Becomes the year
Becomes the links
In the chain of time
As a child
We carry the chain lightly
Experiences are added
Like charms on a bracelet
We cheerfully display
The abundant energies of youth
Give way to the weariness of age
Chains are forged in the kiln of pain
Each day adds familiar links
The chains of time
Links are gathered
The train is growing
I am older and getting tired
From the weight of time
Links forged by experience
The happy and the sad
The joyful and the sorrowful
Good times and bad times
Each forms another link
In these chains of time
Still yet
I do not curse the chain
Every link has known my hands
Every link tells my story
Perhaps, in my times end
Someone will gather the chain
And forge new links
In the chain of time
© Ron Simpson Jr.
June 10, 2025
