Time.
It flows forward, never backward -
Always moving, always here.
It holds secrets from us all,
And fills us all with fear.
Time is relentless, its tide never ceasing;
Forever up, unending downs,
But for you it is decreasing.
The currents of time swept you far,
But now you're reminiscing;
There you were, now here you are,
Where has the time all gone?
Time's gone by, but still to come,
Until your ride is done;
You've had your chance,
You've used your time,
Now you're released -
How did you do? What did you see?
You should be very pleased.
Echo
Time is a guardian,
The keeper of our lives.
Tragedies befall us, the pain as sharp as knives;
But time keeps us going, where else we may have stopped -
It heals our wounds and buries the scars
Of a life doubtless topped.
Be proud of what you've done,
Regardless of the scale;
Cherish all the fun,
And enjoy sharing your tale.
YOU ARE READING
Time
PoetryTime is relentless, ain't it? It flows on, and on, and on -- taking the world with it. Wherever it goes, so, too, do we. But how will you look back on your own precious time? Will you have any regrets? [Old poem with many flaws. Preserved as is for...