Each day progressing more rapid than last
“Slow down” I say - you’re becoming the past
Trying to cherish each day that remains
Moment by moment washing down the drain
Sweet encounters turn into memories
Occasions slipping away on a breeze
“Stop it” I say - where is the time control?
I’ll switch the lever on the time console
Tick tock tick tock is Father Time’s reply
I throw back my head in a bitter cry
I wallow and wail with fists in the air
Announce to the world that time is unfair
Through the window observe the sun setting
A precious day squandered – foolish fretting
W3 Prompt #62: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week Pankaj Kumar prompts us to “Write a sonnet or any other 14-line poem about ‘The concept of time and how it affects our lives.’”
This is lovely! We DO tend to fret away our days – only to regret it later…
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Thank you! 😊
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Oh a good take on the challenge.
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Thank you, Sadje! 😊
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You’re most welcome
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Ha! Love it. Time is meant to be savoured.
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Thank you 😊
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You’re welcome.
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YES! Jennifer, this is exactly true. More of us should try to keep this in mind (including me)!
❤
David
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Definitely easier said than done! ☺️
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Jenn ~
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3 is now live:
And it’s hosted by the wonderful Murisopsis ❤
Enjoy!
David
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This is a brilliant reflection – love the ‘slow down you’re becoming the past’ ❤️
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Thank you! 😊
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