The Thief of Time
Steals my days
And makes me indolent.
Time marches on
Relentlessly -
I watch it go.
Those moments gone
Will not return
But still I dream.
To stand and stare
Is Life’s rich gift –
There’s always time.
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7 comments:
I like this very much :-) - I can really identify with the first two verses!
Wonderful poem. How true that time keeps marching on...as we watch it. And once it is gone, it will never again return. I don't know about there always being time though....sometimes one's time runs out.
"To stand and stare
Is Life’s rich gift –" How true! Love it!
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happy Easter!
Wonderfully written and the end is perfect!
Time keeps on slipping into the future.
Time and motion wait for no man.
This made me stop and spend time pondering the words and what bthey mean to me, what time means to me. I love the phrase, "Spending time" It's like we have so muchnof it and we spend some here and spend some there, like money, I want to save some for the future. You've made me think, nmow I'll have something to do with my time.
Peace
I better throw my watch and calender away !
We have 26°C today, never happened at Easter, last year we had 6° ! and you make such nice poems, I am so lazy !
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