Time files past
Slowly, sometimes
Once upon a time
I was a child

Time flows onward
Quickly, no time
Pulling forward
Turning new to old

Time is endless
You shall drink, but a cup
And you'll be gone
Leaving the cup for another

Drink to your fill,
do what you will,
You are here for a second,
You may not have a second.

Illuminatus:
The poem has an interesting idea. The execution is okay. However, the third stanza is too off and illogical.

Keep writing, keep thinking. Improve. You already have the flair.

Thanks.

Poem is perfect as is. It's for us readers to make of it what we will.

Nice piece.

Many have drunk to their fill
Have allowed what they feel
To do what they will
Yet they are unfulfill...

What a paradox.

Illuminatus:
The poem has an interesting idea. The execution is okay. However, the third stanza is too off and illogical.
Keep writing, keep thinking. Improve. You already have the flair.

the third stanza reflects pun and paradox or chiasmus.
That's the touch of genius