Time Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
Time
Time pulls hard and fast
Moving me relentlessly forward
Tic tocking every second.
When I was young
Time was slow without pressure
Bright days seemly never ending.
How can I pause each swiftly passing day?
Forcing me with increasing pace
Towards that harbour where I fear to go?
That's time pushing us to fear and to harbour somewhere, the young seconds petrified to the eternal. Lines are simple and true.
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4/26/2024 7:08:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the lock of essence rewords in between lines of Time, such lingering thought capture the intense passion of the missing links ot time, ' A wonderful scene of passing life....Beautiful image of reborn