The past is the future the present is but a bridge for crossing over
there the life of things to come owed its genesis to the planted seed that would yield the eventual outcome
without the pivot in the first instance nothing would spin or come about it was the very cradle of every experience
infant sounds became words and then came the sentence life is the forward ****** to the vastness of future time the child will become the parent and grand-parent--the logical sequence.
* I am not aware whether this theme had been touched on by writers or poets in the past. I have harnessed enough courage to post the poem here and welcome all comments.