Answers, you say
I'd be lucky if I asked
All the right questions
Before life slips away
Defining that curious thought
Without being taken by
The charms of present rewards
But life doesn't stop to rot
We do, for life's queries
We pause, we dare
Not knowing how to sail
While standing still, on times' ferry
Brave, frail.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2024 03:29
- Comment from author about the poem: We are on a timer
- Category: Reflection
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Comments9
Yes, it's all in the knowing isn't it .. 👍
Knowing and knowing again
You sail by asking the right questions and demanding the right answers.
...true...
And we pause when none of that is possible
So many answers ,so few questions ...
You nailed it. Carpe Diem.
Thanks, indeed 😊
The question becomes, can you afford to ask? A thought provoking poem that speaks to time and knowing, if that is ever possible.
Thanks for stopping by and for your beautiful reflection 🙂
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