TIME

TIME

A Poem by Peter Rogerson
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Time's the one thing we don't seem to have enough of...

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We’re running out of time, my dear,

It says so on the clock,
The moments pass as moments do
With many a ticking tock.

It’s just as well we’ve got a few,
We’ve a timepiece for each day,
'Cause we must always know the time
Before it goes away.

The wizard stands upon the night,
I try to understand,
He lifts his arm and with a cry
Waves his magic wand.

For time’s a cruel sod, you know,
It starts when we are born
And by the time we’re old enough
It’s just about all gone.

And when the dregs have dripped away
And the clock says time has passed
There’s nothing left to say or do
Since the wizard’s spell was cast.

And people say, you’ve heard the words,
It rings inside your head,
That time is precious stuff because
We’re a long time being dead.

© 2016 Peter Rogerson


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Added on April 29, 2016
Last Updated on April 29, 2016
Tags: time, life, death, clocks

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Peter Rogerson
Peter Rogerson

Mansfield, Nottinghamshire, United Kingdom



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I am 80 years old, but as a single dad with four children that I had sole responsibility for I found myself driving insanity away by writing. At first it was short stories (all lost now, unfortunately.. more..

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