Written by my U.K. friend, Roland. I love this poem.
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TIME’S IMPERATIVE
As time ticks on and counts the days
Leaving my past behind,
I notice how my history fades,
I become both deaf and blind.
Time holds its head above the crowd
Perceiving what’s ahead,
But never looking back to see
What I have heard and said.
Relentless in its forward tread
And ruthlessly intent
On making sure the future comes,
On certitude hell bent.
Oh, tell me then pig-headed Time,
Why this relentless pace
Cannot be paused allowing me
To stay life’s hectic race.
If I could stop your clock and cause
One single beat to sever,
I’d grasp that moment with both hands
And live in it for ever.
Life On The Lake 
Aww. This is a lonely poem about age and time. But there is beauty and strength in it.
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I liked it, too. I’ve reblogged Roland’s poems before. He has some great stuff on his site.
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Many thanks for the reblog Phyllis.
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My pleasure, Roland.
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