In the evening of life
the afternoon is infinite
with the sip of tea
that lasts forever.
With the beginning and ending
of consciousness
each second ticks
and we feel the questions
Where will we be?
What will tomorrow bring?
Although we think we know
We never know –
Not really-
For time is infinite
Fred Babbin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-infinite-afternoon/
