Beth Ann

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The Days I Let Slip Away


My days seem to be slipping away from me
And no matter how much money
I have I will never get those days back
That I just let drift away

My time is being wasted
It's like buying dollar toys
That you only play with once
And forget about them

And it seems like steal
Because there only a dollar
And you want something
To occupy your time

I hear the birds chirping outside my window
And I look at the clock and it goes click
Like the remote in my hand

I sit on the couch and watch
Other people live there lives
While I am just letting my days slip away
Sitting here watching the television

My television paints a picture of life
That I want, but isn't real
Life is so much better on the television

Submitted: Sunday, August 31, 2008
Edited: Saturday, August 07, 2010

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  • Rookie Todd Delfs (3/8/2010 7:47:00 PM)

    I was wondering if i could use your poem for a short film i am thinking of creating for film school in Western Australia? Its is such a good poem that i could use it as a centre piece for the film. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie David Threadgold (9/6/2008 11:32:00 AM)

    Another great observation. we all tend to spend to much time watching the TV and not everything is as it would seem to be. well done keep writing. Regards Dave T. (Report) Reply

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