Robert Tilleard

TIME FOR A NEW YEAR POEM

As I was saying: Once upon a time…

I could bang on and on, which I could, should

There be an infinite number of words -

Maybe one day there will be sufficient.

The heavens have been banging on and on

For aeons, yet there is still no time to say

That there’s no beginning and there’s no end

To this continuous speculation

About how long this has been going on

And if it is ever going to end.

What you can do to finally shut me up -

Because it will go on, and I won’t last -

Is to be patient, but that does take time.

Today is December the 31^st,

Which marks a break in my continuum,

As do all momentary disruptions

As the earth doggedly orbits the sun -

But I’ll go on as if nothing happened.

Until I’m stopped and I join the stardust,

Or so I am told, from whence I came.

But for the moment: Once upon a time…