Time

Time

A Poem by Rain
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And how does your time go, today ?

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I sit silently, watching the sand as it slips through the hour glass, each falling grain, a clanging lament of dreams yet reached..of bonds that have been broken, of memories faded.
I am beyond the ignorance of youth, yet short of the wisdom of age.
 Still, in the silence I hear the bell of time, a bell that chimes but once.
 
  It is a sound I have never heard before. It whispers a truth I cannot deny.
Time,
the great healer of wounds, the thief of our innocence, the first flower of spring, the last leaf of autumn.
 
You fool us when we are young. You whisper, " You will live forever."
You trick us into wasting our days, by shielding our ears from the chimes.
It is then, when the leaves begin to change their color, you shout..
"It is not a game! "
 
I damn you for your constant movement !
I damn you for fading the memories of my youth !
I damn you for the plans I saved for tomorrow !
I damn you for reminding me I am mortal !
 
No..I do not fear you, or your passing.
 
Oh, but alas..
I sit and watch the hour glass..

© 2008 Rain


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This is magical, Rain...a true poem to reflect on life's mysteries, TIME.
This line was excellent:
"I am beyond the ignorance of youth, yet short of the wisdom of age.".......I hear that ;)

I think many can relate to this......brilliant job, my friend :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


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That is well done. Time is a thief in more ways than one. It seems more our enemy than friend. So it is not a stretch for me when I say I agree with what you wrote. Good job. I look forward to reading more of your work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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excellent job.. i really enjoyed reading this... thank you ...:o)

Posted 16 Years Ago


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MAC
Brilliant....love the soft anger. This piece plays out with a gentle rage that ones sees in old black and white films (the scene that always end in a firm slap with eyes lost in a mutual trance). Just love this.....has that classic feel to it.



Posted 16 Years Ago


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I REALLY liked this one. It is an excellent piece. You are such a talented individual. The piece speaks such truth. Time is something we have all taken for granted. I know I have. Job well done. Keep up your creative genius. I look forward to reading more. You know how hectic my schedule is....But I am doing my best to make time. LOL.

~Stacy

Posted 16 Years Ago


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This is a heart felt piece, I also ponder the thing we call time and wonder why does it have to be, why can't we slow it down. Time has a way of cheating me of the words I wished I had said a time or two.
Excellent write.


Posted 16 Years Ago


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wow, this is AMAZING.... like HOLY SH*T, amazing.... thank u so much for asking me to read this, i am stunned once again by ur writing

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Nicely written, thank you for sharing. Debileah

Posted 16 Years Ago


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It's a very transfixing piece of work.
Clearly a lot of people don't see that we only have a certain amount of time on this earth, so we should use it well..
Once time goes on past certain points realization hits, we're no longer as young and able as we once were.
We believe that we still have time to do this and that, but we don't realize what we've wasted.

Great work
-Ashli-

Posted 16 Years Ago


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"I damn you for reminding me that I am mortal!"

I can so relate to that line. It's a battle we all fight, and in the end, time is nobody's friend.

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Lex
Great finishing line. I've had a few thoughts on time and my own mortality lately, I must confess I think I do fear it, but only sometimes.

Thanks for sharing.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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