The Triumph of Time

Ah I love slowly, but surely, getting through my "to do" list and ticking things off. There is just so much satisfaction in checking boxes and crossing things out. Unfortunately, with time also comes lost opportunities and unfixable mistakes; in this way time conquers all. I love couplets and English provides me with ample such devices for my reading pleasure. I figure that disliking poetry to go along with the crowd makes it all the more difficult to understand and appreciate. I have a better chance of success by trying to relate to the poem, admire its goodness and, therefore, have no qualms about reading it.

" It will grow not again, it is ruined at root,
The bloodlike blossom, the dull red fruit; "

" Lose life, lose all; but at least I know,
O sweet life's love, having loved you so, "