THE SPEED OF TIME

When I was a younger man
Time moved so much quicker
There was always something happening
Always something changing
Somewhere to go
Something to catch up with
Or even to escape from
People came and went
Then came and went again
"Where's he living these days?"
"Who knows what's happening?"

Now things are quieter and calmer
In this age of ghosts
In the land of the lost and lonely
Where once there was speed
There's nowhere to go
And nothing much changes
Even my dreams remain the same
As, with an unaccustomed patience
I write poems
And wait

                              By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[forgotten_ghosts]

This poem makes me really think about the way I'm spending my time now. I wonder if my dreams will remain the same..
Thank you very much for this great and touching poem!

[Phil Roberts]

You're very kind. Thank you :)