Treasure Island

Bob Blackwell

(29/5/1936 / Wales)

Time


As each moment passes by,
from day to day, week to week
month to month, year to year
we can watch our time slip by.

Soon we are nearly at the end,
and we look back and wonder,
how did we get to this moment,
this time, close to the end of time.

Its only then we see how short
our life given, really is in time.
Sometimes it’s only then, now
time is short and winding up,

that we decide to take a look
at what we have done, what we
should have done, what we still
want to do, need to do in time.

It is better if we stop now at this
moment, yes this moment in time,
take notice, have a look and see
what is actually ticking, going on.

Now is the best time, the only time,
stay in the present, you could be
inspired by thoughts that come, for
new plans for the time that is to come.

Surely is better with one ration of time,
to do something exciting that you like,
to make this lifetime, a heaven to enjoy,
not into a hell, a ghastly time on earth.

Submitted: Saturday, November 03, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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  • Jappane Human (4/6/2009 4:42:00 AM)

    i REALLY DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY...This is truth! You're a wonderful writer, and the best of all, i like the way you think, and your mind put it all together!
    Best wishes
    xJx (Report) Reply

  • Lynda Robson (10/1/2008 7:02:00 AM)

    How time flies indeed, when we are young we take everythig for granted and then one day we realise we are getting old and all the years have gone so quickly, I say live for today and make every day count, great write Bob,
    10
    Lynda xx (Report) Reply

  • Kesav Easwaran (8/24/2008 1:36:00 AM)

    Slipping time is slipping life...true words...life introspective and prospective telling us the past was short and what left ahead would be still shorter...good concept…and the realization to 'live the present'...this message constitutes the soul of the poem...and the last lines sum up the whole in style...heaven and hell both are here in this world itself...depending on the way you live the present
    Beautiful insightful poem...my ten for you, Bob (Report) Reply

  • Francesca Johnson (11/4/2007 5:33:00 AM)

    You're so right with this one, Bob. It's when you get to a certain age that you can review what has happened in your life and start filling in the missing bits. Grab all those missed opportunities! A delightful and insightful read. Thanks, Bob.

    Love, Fran xxx (Report) Reply

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