time

time

A Poem by S.E. Conway

a tidbit in time

is our own life

a little blip in the system

just another drop in the soil

this earth has seen so many

come and go

we do not control

who stays

and who goes

one for a few hours

one for many years

one for a few days

all shed with tears

remembering odd fears

the joys

the happiness

the end grows near

who knows when our last moment will be?

so enjoy every second

time is time

a guessing game of chance

the more money you have

doesn't raise yor chance

the worse person you are

doesn't lower your possiblilities

everyone is on the same level

same hollow ground

time is time

it will never last

© 2008 S.E. Conway


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You approach time with comforting sense. Time here is so much more important than it should be. I prefer that it stand still.

Posted 16 Years Ago


"Death the great leveller" from Poeticpiers, Great line...time is the most convincing illusion ever. What we perceive, what we do, what YOU write in the sharing is the substance WE take with us. All the rest is ashes animated for whateverness...I like your style. Beacon of reason.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Death the great leveller comes to all in its own good time. I enjoyed your train of thought presented in poetic prose

Posted 16 Years Ago


bit flip bit snip flit sip nat ,,, the last one didn't fit... fit fits though... yes tiny words to encompass a tiny existence that at times feels like one might have swallowed the universe and its billions of elements rush through our neurons and swim in our blood, tinny tiny but almost as huge as a universe in perspective. Hey perhaps we are a neuron bouncing each other though a creators body.


Posted 16 Years Ago



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S.E. Conway
S.E. Conway

roswell, GA



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