The day starts each morning,
As does youth with birth
Which goes on through the years.
As spring turns into summer
And youths become adults.
Autumn approaches
Leading people towards old age.
Winter brings us to the end,
The end of the year,
Leading all towards that time,
That time when life ends.
But Father Time lives on,
As Father time remains undefeated,
Father Time, undefeated ever reigns.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 12th, 2025 00:56
- Comment from author about the poem: We cannot defeat time.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
Do you know Mother Time too? Note to self: Do shut up Orchi. lol.
Father Time is the only one I know Orchi.
Andy
I guess Time is holding all the cards. We can't win. Still we had a good experience while alive. Excellent poem asking one of the most important questions about Time.Made me think.Well done compadre
Such great understanding words David, thank you.
Andy
There is a nice weaving of time markers in this poem. (birth, morning, spring, summer, youth, adults, autumn, summer, old age, winter life ending. The full cycle nicely done Andy.
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
Just as well since Time is indefatigable 🕊🙏🏻
Very true arqios, thank you.
Andy
The frame work with which we have to work within, nicely done
Thank you Tobani.
Andy
You are very welcome
To contemplate time I think is to contemplate eternity, and you say it beautifully. Just love the music, and the young people making it!
So kind Bella, thank you. That young Jazz band are very good thanks to the Bassist Joan Chamarro, he brings so many children into the love of Jazz.
Andy
Excellent write Andy
Thank you Tony.
Andy
You're welcome
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