Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

Time

~

Time seems to move so slow
I often wonder if it flows.
But since yesterdays were through,
Then it does, I brace tomorrow.
 

 

 

Time bestows in me life anew
When I am lost or in sorrow.
It brings me somewhere
To some directions I don’t know.

 

Time leads me home
To a place that my heart knew.
It brought me here

Where my soul awaits

 

For you.

~

 

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One response

  1. jeques, the brevity of this poem is noticeable. yeah, the uncertainties of life is what makes it exciting to discover. i had such similar post in prose, “afraid of the future”.

    you had a point, that whenever we feel that is a slow point or the downside in our life, we should take that as a process and an opportunity for us to think anew of strategies. it sometimes, like you said, pays to step back a little and see the forest, maybe we just moving in too fast.

    this is poem is worth pondering.

    PM000000100000005730 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm09

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