There Comes A Time

 

 

 

In the grind of everyday life

Myriad events will occur:

Some planned, some unplanned

However, planned is preferred.

 

Among these myriad events

Are those categorized as inevitable

And, correctly so as judged,

For they overtake all people.

 

We all are predisposed to say

There comes a time

Meaning: will and must happen;

And not just in one’s mind.

 

None will escape unscathed

None will hide forever,

None will foil inevitability

None is nearly so clever.

 

I must hasten to confess

Death monopolizes my thoughts

But I am far easier with that now

And no longer so distraught.

 

And while there comes a time

Is both negative and positive,

The aspect that grips us most

Is that of the negative.

 

Death is seldom consolatory

Except among the infirmed

Who eagerly await their homegoing

And all that death confirms.

 

Present with the Lord

The belief of believers many:

Of entering into God’s presence

Upon death immediately.

 

 

And yes, of sickness too

There comes a time

When some illness will overcome us

To the extent of being confined.

 

Not to mention disappointment

Of one type or another:

In whatever form it presents

It is an inevitable bother.

 

The loss of a loved one

The terminal illness of a friend,

One’s disappointment or another’s

Such will never end.

 

The vicissitudes of life

Meaning life’s changing scenes:

There comes a time is apt

For my poem’s simple theme.

 

Change is the only constant

In all of earthly life

And all who enter life’s domain

Will engage inevitable strife.

 

 

There comes a time, therefore,

For each and every one,

Life’s inevitabilities will assail

Until that someone is gone.

 

Yes! There comes a time!

 

Stewart Russell © May 22, 2021