Old age doesn't
come slowly, it
rages in like a
shattered dish.
I don't wish upon
stars in the pastures of
youth.
I rock and reflect on
the speedy hands of
the clock,
and wonder where
the last twenty
years went.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My recently published books: Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon.
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Comments11
I wonder where those years have gone as well Thomas. A lovely write
Thank you.
Most welcome Thomas
To be honest im not even twenty yet but j do feel like time passes so fast...great poem!!
I appreciate it.
Good write T.
I appreciate you.
Excellent write, Thomas!
Thanks.
Wonderful poetry. 🌹 I too wonder.
Thank you, sweet
Understood completely.
Thanks, Dave.
Time flies indeed, Thomas! 🕊️🙏
Thank you.
You eloquently reflect upon the passage time, and being a fellow traveler along that road, I couldn't agree more. Wonderful write!
I appreciate it.
What a poem!! A definite fave.
Thank you.
Sometimes I wonder too at how fleetingly time passes us by , and whether I took good care and advantage of all that it offered me.
Thanks.
I think it's a matter of percentages. Sheesh, it's almost Christmas!
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