Time...And Again Poem by Lodigiana Poetess
Time...And Again
Can time be bent? Or only spent…
It's lost before begun.
To travel through it …..never to it
really isn't fun.
It flies and heals, robs and steals,
It's currency you spend…
No way to know when it begins
or when it will all end.
Time is a gift, the clock winds down,
our lives will all run slow.
Years fly….friends die, we ask again
‘where did that time just go? "
Our lives are intertwined with time
that hidden silken thread,
that weaves a pattern just for us
ignoring all we've said.
Time is framed..…time is gained,
Time is shared..…and lost.
Time defeats us.
passing, beats us,
Is it friend or foe?
It's eternal, waits for no man
Time for us to know.
We have no way to cheat on time,
we serve it with deep sorrows
Time is that thief of memory,
that steals all your tomorrows…
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4/27/2024 5:21:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So true. We each have a given amount of time. How we spend it is up to us. I know of no one who ever wanted less time, always more. I look forward to the time after time to continue my journey or at least imagine it. A truly wonderful, thought provoking write. Thank you Lodigiana.
Time is such a strange concept isn't it? The thought of being able to manipulate time and hold onto wonderful moments for as long as we need to is lovely to consider! ..who knows if in the time after time that might well happen? Thank you so much, for your, always interesting and insightful comments Chris. Lodigiana x