I Heard Time Heals Everything, But I'M Still Waiting

Father Time
by: Rob Paquin

Time slips by easily in it's self serving meticulosity.
Measuring the past, present and future without circularity.
Winding ever forward, while leaving a stamp upon all that's behind.
Generous to all in it's sculptured unforgivingness.
It's calloused and roughened hand rubs it's stinging balm over all wounds.
Healing them and leaving the scars as reminders of a father's harsh lessons.

~The Snowdog