These Times

These passing times got me thinking, Vibrations across my optic nerve been felt Whose' voice be left unheard Or not to be seen With one's ear nor eye It all brings beauty to my eyes And feed my brain for more And to what beauty of a flower is comparison A capture from a best man’s eye Fascination it brings to your mind Be the beauty of the world Timeless world would be ideal For one's corrections Common ratio in men's life Be mistaken aboard not in context Further my life goes on To be accredited to what is achieved Arave my bent knee for my orisons, Lord I pray, to You I owe my being