Day after day
Week after week
As the year grows old
Of the passing time I speak
Like grains of sand
Through the hour glass
So too go the days
From dawn to dusk so fast
They call it
A free trip around the sun
Though I question the free part
For now, I’ve turned sixty-one
I feel myself slowing down
Oh, the aches and pains
Meet my new best friend
Mr. Arthur Itus when it rains
And these words don’t come
As quickly as they used to
Maybe my muse
Feeling effects of age too
In the hourglass of life
We’re just grains of sand so fine
Sifting through our lives
The sands of time
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Good write AP.
Me journey is painful. I'm treading the gravel of time barefoot - ouch! I must get some sand in! lol.
BAREFOOT? Oh Orchi, put some socks & shoes on. What's that smell? 🤣
Sailing in the same boat. There with you, beautifully penned
Uh Oh, is that a leak? Let's start paddling. 😜
But at least those grains of sand are still running free in our lives and once more I got up this morning so all is well.
Andy
Yes Andy, long may the sands flow. Thanks for the read and comment. 😉
'Mr. Arthur Itus when it rains'
what a wonderfully vulnerable voice, you've cultivated dear poet!
'Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! --
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal'
(easily on of the best starts to a poem, ever written! in my humble opinion)
https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-17171
Yes LB, a great start to a poem, shall I be reading the rest of it soon?
that's the start to 'a psalm of life' by Longfellow, I linked the MPS page for you, so read away?
https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-17171
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