Father Time sat on a wall,
Arms moving swiftly, steadily,
Around and around.
Tick tock, tick tock,
Laboring robotically without end.
But what if one day Father Time were to fall,
Landing in pieces on the floor,
Keeping time no more?
Big Ben probably the only one broken up,
Over Father Time’s untimely death.
Without time to divide night from day,
Past from future,
Youth from age,
There’d be more time, not less…
To savor the infinite richness of the Present.
What if time were a concept,
We didn’t have to buy into?
Would Father time still rule our lives?
Just a thought to ponder,
If you can find the time!
-Gilda Patricia
Nice very nice poem Gilda on time which is in a space of illusion. But once cannot do without it so enjoy your time.
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Haha, yes! Thank you, I appreciate the gift of your presence on my site.😃
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You’re welcome Hilda. 👍 👍
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Lovely poem. well expressed and cleverly executed
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Thanks Roland, much appreciated!😊
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Nice one – what if? 🙂
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Yes, thanks Yudith! Have a nice day🌞!
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A lovely thoughtful poem Gilda. If only we could spend more time in the present and less in our past or future.
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Thanks Davy! And may you enjoy each moment today!🌞🌤.
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We are alive only one moment at a time 😉
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Thanks, may you enjoy many moments this day! 🌤😃
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😉 you too
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