Time,,,, if you will

time is not cutting me any slack

Tell me if you will; how does time stand still

For I find myself on the sidelines watching

As, like a zephyr, it continues to blow right by

And I resemble a lonely participant in a vast audience

Hoping to catch a brief sliver as it seems to ignore my wishes.

 

Tell me if you will; how I missed that boat

For I find myself on the shoreline watching

As the sea keeps pulling the waves back to it

And I watch each one like an opportunity lost

Hoping to dip my toes in for a fleeting moment

 

Tell me if you will; where my life has gone

For I find myself reminiscing the many years passed

As the days grow short and the nights get longer

And I long for those glorious ways of my youth

Hoping dear Lord to just be able to remember them

 

Tell me if you will; how do we make time stand still

For I am not ready for Father Time to ring my bell

As I still have goals and dreams and wishes unfulfilled

And I pray that my mind will continue to think, to create

Hoping that my pen does not run dry before it’s time.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' For I find myself reminiscing the many years passed ~ As the days grow short and the nights get longer' .. . - even in the Summer.

If only we could re-hash time, fill it with more meaningful days;, add it to the hours we spent thinking about past and present when THAT day was what mattered most. Can only guess that if we were to have been given only a limited time, we would have still sat a while, wondering!.

Your words are strangely powerful tho also touched with sadness, regret or maybe, fatigue.

Tomorrow is truly another day, go find its magic

[Trace]

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments on my poem.
Age age creeps up on me and my body feels the years more than before... I find myself remembering many of those good times past. And know I will never do some of those things again. it sucks when Watching becomes more enjoyable than participating.

Take care. Trace.

[Sami Khalil]

"As I still have goals and dreams and wishes unfulfilled

And I pray that my mind will continue to think, to create

Hoping that my pen does not run dry before it’s time."

Very good poem on reflection and meaning of time and life in general. Every human gives value to certain things. Time is golden to some and to others it is a waste. Some make use of it to their full advantage and potential, others just waste it. An excellent take...:)...................

[Trace]

Trying to wax prophetic. I am so glad you liked it.
Thanks for reading and commenting, much appreciated.

Trace

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ....:::::)))))

[MsJewel]

Time does seem to fly by...except the time we spend missing someone...I miss you sweet beast. So lovely to read you - melancholy as you are...still...lovely

[Trace]

It has been too long since we wrote anything together. Are we too busy? lost our muses?
I miss that so much, we write some really good stuff together. I hope time does not take that away from us.

I miss talking to you,
thank you for the wonderful comments and compliments on this work. I think it is pretty good for a comeback poem.

Huggs, Trace