Time seeps slowly through my fingers
Trickles gently – seconds drift away
Even the golden moments
Glow intensely – but they will not stay
After images linger
Forming memories in minds
Pictures of time spent
Though the eyes of time are blind.
Time does not see
Time does not feel
Yet these moments are no less vivid
The pictures no less real.
People say time is relative
What passes quickly for some
For others passes slow.
Yet two clocks a thousand miles apart
Will tick time away together
Whatever hours they may show.
Time is inevitable
We all have our due
You can stop and look but don’t expect to stay
You’ll only be passing through.
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Author:
Middlearth (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Musings on time and how it passes - whatever may be going on for us - that doesn\\\'t change - losing both my parents (one recently) has contributed to the musings as has grieving which is a process which itself changes over time.
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Great write
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