TIME

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 25, 2018

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TIME

Snow falling, warmth of shelter sought

Landing on the mountaintop of far distance thoughts

Why must one sparkle in time, and for others, not

Stories of the past long forgot

Such a grand illusion we call life

In all its madness, glory, its daily strife

Rest only comes when eyes are permanently closed

Eyes open, greeted by systematic stinging blows

Sinking, yet swimming against the tidal wave

My heart, mind, body and soul, I have earthy paved  

In life, our existence to be here has no choice

Yet, we must all mount and ride that pale white horse

The Grim Reaper waits for his chance

Never loved, or rain danced

No more time as life passes by

Our footsteps, rather wrong or right, is our spiritual guide

Time does flies when we’re having fun

Last breaths sought, flashes of life upon us, now we can’t run

Bedridden, now can’t stand in the sun

Lyrics of our past song, never sounded so sweeter

As it played in sessions as a reminder, a  heart repeater

Can’t speak of the words, maybe when time stood still, and things appeared to be much neater  

Chronic bodily pain

Frailty, youth remembers my name

Can’t stick my tongue out to catch the drops of rain

Mental competency has left the core of my brain

Hospice is its given name


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