Forty-Eight3

August 8, 2016

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is time.

Today’s poem is a birthday number poem for a 48 year old born on Leap Year Day.

I welcome comments on my poems at http://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Forty-eight is twelve, having been born

On Leap Year Day, twelve genuine birthdays ago,

Reminding us of what we think we know:

That time and space are by the numbers drawn.

Yet time’s a moment when it's ever dawn.

Each moment is infinity writ small.

In time, of course, nothing stays the same.

Given such mysteries, grace waits for all,

Having never come yet ever came,

There, just simply there, for all to claim.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at http://www.poemsforfree.com/48c.html. For more philosophical poems, go to http://www.poemsforfree.com/philosophicalpoems.html .

This week’s theme: Time.

August 8: Forty-Eight