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.
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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