Patience.

Mohamed E. Elghobashy

Our life is time ticking, tirelessly ticking.

Though one must wonder what’s to come,

One shan’t find one’s fate eagerly waiting.

 

The shackles of time keep me bound.

A reality with a trajectory hidden

Makes me wonder if I will be around

To feel the gentle breeze or ever become smitten.

 

If patience shall be your abode from hells

That you imagined with great ingenuity,

Remember that as this poem’s twelfth line tolls.

 

A child fears darkness, the striking ambiguity,

But we fear time ticking, tirelessly ticking.

  • Author: Mohamed E. Elghobashy (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 30th, 2022 20:59
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Paul Bell
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  • Paul Bell

    There does come a time when you stop living life and then begin to wonder what life really is. If you wake up tomorrow, it will be a great day. If you don't, ''Well.''



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