Struck by an impulse I scribble down some notes, step on this stage of our forum and recite “today’s happy thought” of mine.
There’s the wheel that’s spinning,
Always turning, never winning.
Ever onwards, ever lasting,
Through times and spaces blasting.
Slowly slowing, steady going,
not a moment backwards
Boeing,
but then stop.
Where is this time the crack?
We’ll try to fix it, put it back.
But horror! See:
The future’ll never like the mem’ry be!
And new things will roll and glide,
And steady towards future slide.
Spoiler: Apologies show
I used "Boeing" only for the rhyme. Had no other idea how to "fix" this verse.