Time and Tide wait for no man

Neptune:
Fate and fortune
roll like the seas.
I am King Neptune.
I have the Key.

Time:
The pendulum swings
with reason and rhyme.
I am Old Father Time.
I have the Clock.

Neptune:
Step up to this box
and unpick the locks.

Time:
Let’s see your ticket
for it too is a key
and with it
we’ll cross the seaside
far and wide
and let you journey
and seek and hide.

Neptune:
For time and tide
wait for no man.
Open this casket
and insert your hand.

Time:
Take your pick.
This lucky dip
will pave your path.

Neptune:
Take spider or seahorse,
bat or buccaneer.

Time:
Your journey ahead
as yet unclear.

More poetry

Neptune:
Your voyage of discovery
will take many turns.

Time:
But enjoy every second
as the plots are stirred up
and the storyline churns.

Neptune:
Please take this map.
It will keep you on track.
The seas and oceans
like human emotions
are never idle:
always tidal.

Time:
The rolling stock
like a ticking clock
is a coiled spring.
This train like a brain
with so much potential
like a quick-witted mind
in which we’ll find
ideas exponential.

Neptune:
Let’s wait awhile.
Immobile.
We may see
a crocodile
or a fish or two
if you care to look
you may bait the hook,
the trap or snare.

Time:
Keep your eyes
wide open.
Be prepared
and well aware.
We’re looking for sleuths
to seek the truth.

Extract from "Lose the Plot"
© Alan Kenneth Kite