Time... Poem by Lewis Dever

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Time...

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Time, a river that flows so swift,
Carries moments like leaves adrift.
You chase the dawn, then miss the night,
A soul grows weary, losing its light.

Days once golden fade to grey,
With each sunset, memories fray.
Spring's bloom yields to winter's gust,
Dreams once bright now gather dust.

Time, elusive, slips our grasp,
Leaves us longing for what has passed.
A heart once free now bears the weight,
Of fleeting moments, a shifting fate.

Time whispers secrets, none can keep,
From morning's breath to night's deep sleep.
A child's laughter turns to sighs,
In life's mirror, tears meet the eyes.

Time's embrace is tender, yet stern,
Each tick, a lesson we must learn.
The warmth of summer yields to fall,
Echoes of youth, a distant call.

Time can heal and time can steal,
Moments treasured, wounds that heal.
In its passage, lives entwine,
Each fleeting second, a sacred sign.

Time, a gift and a thief alike,
Leaves footprints where memories strike.
So hold each moment close and dear,
For time's swift passage is always near.

Thursday, August 15, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: time,human life
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