Just One More Chance

Just One More Chance

A Poem by Mark
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Ever want to be young again with the mind and heart you have now?

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I pour a cup of borrowed time
into the hour glass.
Once I gulped from an ocean
but now I sip from the pond.

Too many concentric rings
and the banks got wet.
Too many pilgrims
and not enough sandals.

Where did the sand go?
Somewhere is a beach
filled with the granular
memories of what has been.

I push against the tide
wanting to go back,
to know what I know
and to live again.

I need a  do-over.

© 2014 Mark


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I think it would be extremely cool if you could be younger with the mind and heart you have now. I think if that were to happen, certain things would be vastly improved because we would know the effects it has on families and friends, right? Maybe we wouldn't hurt as many people as we have growing up and not make the stupid mistakes we did as a kid... This made me think Mark.

I loved it. My favourite of yours so far!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

As always your wisdom is far beyond your years!
s y e

10 Years Ago

All thanks to these amazing poems I read from my boy ;-P
I think we all feel this way at times. Very cool Mark.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Too many pilgrims
and not enough sandals.

Well, there's a way of saying it. What a poem, dissecting loneliness and despair and I would lie if I said that line didn't make me think hard. Thank you for this. Hope you're not one of those pilgrims missing their sandals.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you. I just hope the sand doesn't burn.
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Very nicely done, Mark. Definite personification of loneliness.
Here's hoping sunny days and happier events in your future.


Posted 10 Years Ago


dw817

10 Years Ago

I've been noticing this from poets. I read something and if it's sad I immediately annotate that the.. read more
Mark

10 Years Ago

It used to be that my poems were reflections of what I'm feeling but lately I've been feeling mostly.. read more
dw817

10 Years Ago

That's good you can do that. I'm a bit like Tinkerbell. I can only hold one emotion in my head at a .. read more
Borrowed time....isn't that what we all exist upon? As we age, we realize we may never have "the ocean" but "the pond" well, it can be ours and we have to take every sip we can. Regrets can haunt a person, but unfortunately there is no rewind button in life. We have to move forward making whatever changes we can to make our lives more worthwhile. Very well written...lots of introspection here. Lydi**

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you for reading Lydi :)
Mark, you are amazing when it comes to painting imageries.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you Arzel. :)
I loved the first line..."I pour a cup of borrowed time into the hour glass." Imagery at its best. Thanks for sharing :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

You are welcome. Thanks for reading
Devesh

10 Years Ago

My pleasure =)
I so want a do over. I feel this poem in my core.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

If I could I'd give you one.
We're supposed to be brash and arrogant when we're young. That's how we learn humility.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

I dunno I'm a Martian I guess. I started out being quiet and hard to know. I had to teach myself to .. read more
I feel the same way too! If only we could get a second chance. Good write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you again, glad you can relate. :)

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