"Flowers, flowers," anyone?

 "Flowers, flowers," anyone?

Dr Abe V Rotor

An elderly vendor, UPLB Mt Makiling, Los Baños, Laguna

How time moves on, creeps or flies,

sweeping across the thin red line

never to return, never to retract, 

neither the unfinished nor sublime.

Treasure its essence in transience,

with the world going round and around,

unceasingly over its remaining time  

so with ours on this planet bound. 

It's across this line that we explore

by serendipity or discovery;

and glancing back at sweet memory

pushes us forward to be free.  ~