WHEN IT''S TIME

WHEN IT'S TIME
by phil roberts

My restless soul
Comes and goes
Arrives and leaves
Dragging my heart behind
Never resting
Always moving
Guided by unseen signs
Sometimes, it's time to go

Often with no reason
A strange magnetism pulls
Not always to somewhere
But away from where I am
Whether because of gypsy blood
Or just an ill-fitted mind
Whatever the reasons friend
I'll know when it's time

Once again

Reviews

[ju]

love the flow of this one, and the theme. last four lines have a striking tone and rhythm.

[Joel M Frye]

At times, it's as if two positive poles have swung together, and the magnetic force pushes off rather than attracts. Nowhere to go, and no purpose...just can't stay here. Great capture of that feeling, Phil. Thank you.

[Emily B]

Benjamin Franklin said fish and houseguests both stink after three days. So there's something to be said for the one who knows when it is time . . . just as long as you wander back to say hello again.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Great poem my friend.