Today’s Poem ~ Poems on Time

Poems on Time

Rabindranath Tagore

The butterfly counts not months but moments, 
and has time enough.

Time is a wealth of change, 
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. 

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time 
like dew on the tip of a leaf.

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2 Comments

    1. Hi Terveen, Yes, living in now is the only time available to us. The rest is an illusion (nice for a writer). Enjoy each moment today and create good memories. Ray

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