Passing of Time

I wanted to give my friend a meaningful birthday present, so I wrote her a poem. It's not sentimental, but whatever.

Time does flitter ary,
Seemingly unnoticed,
Passing steadily by,
Never do we mark it,
Until milestones, here,
And our youth do cry,
Remain, to us, dear.

But gone, with the wind,
Carried off by the leaves,
Why does it not end?
Why experience these?
Nothing in the past,
To be lived again,
Yet, concepts, we grasp,
That the time did pass,
Steadily, it did pass.

And now, it seems gone,
But then it was now,
Why don't we move on,
To a later now?

Time must be flowing free,
Steadily, it creeps,
It runs through the trees,
It falls from great steeps,
It carves mighty canyons,
It provides for the keeps,
It runs through your veins,
It haunts your eternal sleep.

Happy Birthday to you,
Another milestone, here,
Another year does move,
Loin des souvenirs,
Only glimpses of the past,
We keep them, knowingly,
Experiences of ours, nast,
Others, viewed glowingly.

Time has no infinite possibilities,
Remain it, a one-way road,
A river without any tributaries,
Steadily, it's always flowed.

Drift downstream, and take notice,
Of what you see along the ride,
It could hold great significance,
Don't ignore and abide,
Inevitable, the passage,
But, swift, most died,
Take hold of what's survived,
Remember, in vivid detail,
The Passing Of Time.

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

Agree with comments below... The age of this poem is timeless. Beautiful work

[Miss Coral]

Wonderful imagery and rhythm- the language was a bit distracting for me, but all in all, a great piece.
Nice job.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

i wonder why no one has read this?
i like it .. very well written and such truth.. we do just waltz through life not looking at the clock .. well done ..

Chloe