This passage of time

 

I asked her

in anticipation of her foresight 
how would they see this time 
a century from now.. ?

My friend, she is quiet 
and dreamy.. 
her eyes slowly drooping 
she told me 
they may deem this irreparable damage...

but then she snapped her fingers 
and said maybe these are stories of mayhem
not very different from the century before...
yet again she cracked her knuckles 
to tell me they will see this as an era of loss 
of lost time and dreams and love and lives 

she tilted her neck leftward and mulled
 if this would be the 'battle of vanity and deceit'
and pursed her lips sooner to imply 
that it was the age of aligning with the ancient wisdom 
of relentless kinship and dedication 

but she wrapped her arms together and mused
if this was a stage show of common mans patience?
teary eyed 
she declared this as the ultimate performative resilience...

sighed and gathered 
she glanced at me and urged
"what would you call this forgotten time?"