lasergraph

BUCKET

 

Life goes by in spite of plans,

            The seconds tick away.

Nothing you can do to stop,

            Or even make them stay.

 

Time marches straight ahead,

            And doesn’t take a break.

It doesn’t care the plans you have,

            Or the decisions you will make.

 

There is no way we can ever know

            What time that still remain.

To watch the sunset fade away,

            Or sit and watch the rain.

 

The time we spend with those we love,

            Could be cut short today.

So if you want to speak your love,

            Now is the time to say.

 

The chances may just fade away,

            That is why I insist.

Don’t wait till it’s too late,

            To fulfill your bucket list.

 

 (c) 2015 Edward York

Comments9

  • orchidee

    Good write L.

  • Candlewitch

    excellent piece, my friend. time is completely impartial to the doings of man & woman. very nice structure!

    *hugs, Cat

  • FredPeyer

    Lasergraph, your excellent poem speaks to my heart. Maybe it has something to do with age? Never mind, am trying to cross off as many items on that bucket list as I can, as quickly as I can!

    • lasergraph

      I have found as I age I do more reflecting. Almost a mirror now.

    • Simple-Man87

      "the chances may just fade away"

      I loved that line. Very true. We miss 100% of the chances we don't take.

    • myself and me

      To me, I shall create the list ASAP.
      Thank you for sharing.

    • Samreen Chowdhury

      Very motivating! I loved this thankyou

    • Mugsdaddy

      Sadly I took from this time doesn't mean enough until we run out of it. Great piece.
      Mugsdaddy

    • Goldfinch60

      Good write, every moment is precious, use them all.

    • Mandi

      I absolutely love the structure of this poem. Your words are equally amazing. ❤ You never know how much time you have, I always hope to make the most with mine.😊

      • lasergraph

        Thank you. Our birth certificate doesn't come with an expiration date so we are all playing in the band with no sheet music.



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