Crucible of Time

Wish I could take this
Worn out, tired body of mine
And melt it like platinum
In the crucible of time,
Cast it into a brand new mold,
Vigorous, fresh and bold,
Pleasing the eye and heart
To give it a new start,
Would be a great thing to do
In an eternal cycle to renew.

Incidentally, there is some
Truth in these suppositions,
For the atoms we're made of
Continue almost eternally
In different compositions,
Within the infinite circle of renewal
They just change their positions.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz