A fleeting Swiftness

This is a poem about how we put too many things off until tomorrow and then wake up one day to find out that we are out of tomorrows. Never got the chance to tell those loved ones just how much you did love them, or go on that fishing trip with your kids

With A Fleeting Sweetness,

Time Leaves Us With A Longing Sadness,

Full Of Desires For Dreams Unsaid,

Longing For Days Gone By,

Warm As A Sunday Mornings Unmade Bed.

 

With Time That Seems To Never Have An End,

We Tend To Reach That Bend,

Where Adulthood Blends,

The Here And Now, With Thoughts Of Then.

 

With A Fear That Scares Deep Within,

Our First Glimpse Of Time Given,

Seen As A Span For Living,

Leaving Us Cold And Shaking.

 

All That Time, We Were Invincible,

Now Wise With An Age That Is Inconceivable,

We Realize That Our Time Is Irretrievable,

Too Short For All The Heart Holds Desirable.

 

Where Has It Gone,

This Time, That Once Seemed So Long,

Now Filled With Memories,

That You Can Recollect From Old Love Songs.

 

With Friends And Family,

Our Lives Fill With A Warm Embrace,

Full Of Love And Beauty, Until Finally,

It’s The End Of The Race.

 

 

January 8, 2002

@Bradley S. Hartman

www.bradleyshartman.com

 

This poem appears in the upcoming novel: U. S. Avengers II/ A Cut Above, by the same author as this poem; Bradley S. Hartman.  It was also sent out July 5, 2002 to The International Library of Poetry and appears on their web-site at www.poetry.com

 

 

Author's Note

Poems are to read with the heart, not the mind, they are an intimate, personal part of the poet. Please consider this.