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Time
Amongst our room or footprints on the lawn,
An abundance while we play.
Oblivious knowing if it had gone,
Forever trapped inside each day.
Exhaustion rears as we lay our heads,
Down upon soft pillows.
Care for it not but only our beds,
Free to dream of willows.
Large toys they do shrink,
When permanent replaces young teeth.
Snail pace moving, no need to think,
Of the future and what lies beneath.
Adventure yearned as hormones rage
Not permitted to have our say.
Craving setup our own big stage
And all we own is wished away.
Pace is quickened when the learning stops
Partial appreciation is received.
Wishing continues for the age that tops,
Total freedom is achieved.
Occupation journey begins a new life,
Weekends become the goal
Party with friends, your husband or wife,
It hasn’t quite taken its toll.
Half spent when entering the age of middle
Most good, faces our back
Secrets solved is the riddle
Total fulfilment without the lack.
Offspring now grown
And darken becomes our gray.
Rapidly speeding; it has flown
In a blink, September becomes next May
It shan't be wasted or be killed
Although we often do
Transgressions committed shall be billed
To prevent it from starting a coup
Some get more and some get less
The total passes in haste
Take advantage with your best
So it never goes to waste.
It's a battle we face in years,
Yesterday is on a gurney.
Regret is filled with salty tears
So be sure to enjoy the journey.
A flash, a moment and it’s gone
A finite amount is given
It’s your canvas, your world be drawn
Making your life worth liv’n.
- COMMENTS
SluttyMatthew4 months agoHello Britt...
Your poem 'Time' is both evocative and poignant at the same time in the way it makes one strongly recall images and memories of times gone by. But you are right... life is finite, and we should live it fully every single day.
- Slutty Matthew
Anonymousover 3 years agoSuch a beautiful, moving and poignant poem. Beautiful visuals, great rhymes and a powerful message. It's true, time passes by way too fast, and we can only try our best to make most of it so we wouldn't have any regrets when it is too late. I especially liked the lyric saying: "Yesterday is on a gurney", as well as this part:
"A flash, a moment and it’s gone
A finite amount is given
It’s your canvas, your world be drawn
Making your life worth liv’n."
Keep up the great work. I always enjoy reading your stories and poems.
RodThrustinalmost 4 years ago"Yesterday is on a gurney" ...what a great metaphor!
And pay no attention to Monkeykinglives. There's no limerick here.
One of the things about writing poetry is we have to make a choice--if we insist on a rhythm/rhyme scheme then how we say what we feel is going to be limited, even though it's more satisfying (for me, anyway) to read.
You done good.
