Midnight Chimes to end the day,
It’s Hours now done all wiped away.
Whats been has gone and can’t return,
Though much we daily painfully yearn.
For Love Affairs that graced youths prime,
Now lost, begone, the theft of Time.
The Family Souls who’s Hearts we gave,
Were called some years into the grave.
A Childhood spent in playful days,
Now breathe disquiet of Adult ways.
For Cathedrals Toll to banish and slay,
To clear the path for come what may.
For what is now will soon be Past,
As what will be will never last.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Self explanatory really. Time passes along with Youth and Loved Ones.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
well written I love it
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you are very welcom
Thanking you.
There right now - You speak a simple truth. You have it covered.
Appreciate your comment and Reading it.
A chat gpt perfume...
Indeed, we tend to stay and hang on while hoping for what can be as well, all the while Time passes and continues: Always present and presently in short supply. Perhaps this is why we age…. While time remains timeless…
So true, we all age . Yes even Cliff Richard. Thank you.
Jaja, I thought I saw him singing at an advertised concert for this year, lol. Mustn’t have been imagined 😜
Well written and expressed
Appreciate your thoughts. Thanks.
You're welcome
So very true. Excellent.
Good that you like it . Thank you.
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