A lady kept in waiting went to sew
“Time goes so slow
Why it’s past ten.
Those frightful men!
Oh dear” she thought,
So she relaxed her pace
By threading shapes upon some lace.
Then twixt her thumb and finger
In a moments thoughtful linger
The needle came to rest.
That was best
For in that moment’s pause
A world was giver cause.
Upon its outermost point it speedily revolved.
Amid a galaxy of atoms it evolved
And as aeons rambled on
It produced some creatures strong
In limb and soul
And progress took its toll.
Well there was sadness and gaiety,
Routine and spontaneity
With righteousness and justice and hardly any flaws
Except for the unjust and some criminal laws.
There were wars of mutilated cost
So statisticians at last
After centuries past
Said an average of half always lost.
Then it all abruptly ended
When this world quietly transcended
Time and space
To the detriment of its race.
But do not fret
Nor yet regret
For it was a mere pause in this lady’s time
And her world in turn was but a mere pause in mine.