Time
Time flies away, never to return.
It disappears like a leaf in the wind.
I try to get back memories,
regrets of what might have been,
dreams to be told,
and ambitions yet to be attained.
I ask myself does time stand still?
Does it march on?
Barbara Siekierski is a writer from Swarthmore, PA.
Beautiful poem. Indeed, time waits for no person.
ReplyDeleteAs a young girl, my Father instilled time into my memory. To this day I love clocks and time, but it does move quickly and shan't wait for anyone or anything. In spite of that - I love time and its movement. Beautiful words...
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Thank you, Phyllis Babcock, for the following comment:
ReplyDeleteBarbara--Time does not wait, and I enjoyed this well penned poem.
Thank you for your kind comments for Barbara. Her creative poem gives one thoughts to ponder. I will send these comments by mail to her. Blessings to you. ---Karen
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