Iris Rapoport


Time is a force
That governs this world
It is unstoppable,
Stronger than fire and air.
You may try to hang on,
And for a while succeed,
But in the end,
Time will erase all of your deeds.

Human-kind always tried to defy it:
Some have reached farther, and some have been beat.
But somewhere we always go back to the start,
We die and our memory is forever forgotten.

Heed my words now, if stranger or friend.
Listen to me and d remember all that I say,
For this wisdom is true, and may help along the way:
Enjoy every second, hour and day.
Do not think that things will forever here stay.
Live your own life, and don't poison other's.
Take your time, but don't fall into slumber.
Always remember you have a goal to achieve:
It could be a small one, according to your needs.
Take chances, but not too much,
For your life is too precious to be wasted at need.

Submitted: Sunday, April 11, 2010

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  • Tony Sampson (1/22/2014 6:45:00 AM)

    I enjoyed reading your poem about Time. It is easy to poison the feelings of others and I'm glad to see how you gave your advice. It was a poem I really did enjoy. I like reading poems about Time. Many years ago, the first poem I wrote was called Time. You are welcome to see it at:

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