At gathered pace our passing lives.

How quickly life seems to pass us by.

Life travels now at gathered pace
the present oh so fleeting,
memories and yesterday's
tomorrows now are greeting.

Experience a tardy friend
brings maudling regrets,
each dawning day of "might've beens"
and "too late now" sun sets.

The tick and tock of father time
relentless ne'er will wait,
as ruefully we reminisce
with sadness contemplate.

Life travels now at gathered pace
attire oft' sombre worn,
to farewell say by silent graves
as passing life we mourn.

Author's Note

Any assistance,ideas to improve appreciated.

Reviews

[The Iron Horseman]

Beautifully done! And oh, so very true. When you reach the age where you go to more funerals than parties you know the sand is running out!

[Gee]

Indeed. Thank you

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Lyrical and wistfully contemplative poem. Eloquent in word, rhyme and imagery-"The tick and tock of father time"...Gently sad. Beautiful.

[Gee]

Thank you Annette

[emipoemi]

Poetically profound, my friend. This one is a keeper!
Well done!

[Gee]

Thank you..

[barleygirl]

I very much relate to your message & I like the way you've expressed it with realistic descriptions & some nicely-lofty word choices: "the tick and tock of father time" . . . "ruefully we reminisce" . . . Even tho your poem has overtones of sadness, it's not overly depressing, just truthful about this speeding-up of time which we can't avoid! Good job!

[Gee]

Thank you Miss B

[emmajoy]

'.. each dawning day of "might've beens" and "too late now" sun sets. '

In a way, time takes us prisoner - just as love can. First it chases us, then it overtakes us. Thus and so, we're left wondering why we even left home. Seems your finely laid words say the same, sadly yet sincerely.

[Gee]

Thank oh Emma

[Gee]

Thank you.....

[Valentine]

Life travels by so fast, just blink your eyes and it is over. Valentine

[Gee]

Yep, you wake up one day and wonder where all of the year's have gone. Thank you Valentine

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and true words my friend.
"Life travels now at gathered pace,
attire, oft' sombre worn,
to farewell say by silent graves,
as passing life we mourn. "
The lines are true wisdom and at graves of people and things lost. We learn what is important. Thank you Gee for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Gee]

Thank you for reviewing

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[silverlocket]

Even with this much written about subject, the poem feels fresh and original, and very poignant.

[Gee]

Thank you m'dear

[Kelly Scheppers]

...each dawning day of "might've beens"
and "too late now" sun sets.


I wouldn't change a thing. I believe its wonderful just the way it is.

[Gee]

Thank you Kelly

[Lorry]

Beautifully written Gee. So true too. They say that time is the only constant, but is it really or is it just our fallibility that makes us think that. The good times are too quick and the sad times linger, doesn't sound too constant to me.
Superb words, flow and feel to this piece, faultless.

[Gee]

Thank you kindly