Time's Tell Poem by Michael Shutt

Time's Tell



Time's Tell.

As I
go in
Mid Summer
of my Life.

Look back,

Beyond,
a wayward
misspent youth.

And time
I spent,
before the
Butcher's Bill
came due,

And forced me to
reflect upon

A life
I never
thought much on.

Unthinking-

Just ignored
an Hourglass' Sands,

And it's unthinking
sec to second thinking-

When I was Young,
and thought
myself Immortal...

Ignored
Inexorable Dropping
of the Sand.

And found myself,

at Fifty,

on an
Unforgiving Beach.

Where tide rolled in,
and sundered squandered
dreams of High Breathed Youth.

Without a pause.

Without a breach.

Gray Hued Tides
of Memory
now pour forth.

Cold riptides
on the Soul's
cold barren Shore.

Cold roiling tides
roll in-

And smother
pompous Dreams
of Youth,

That proudly
screamed to Heaven
on a Distant,
Byworn Shore.

The Clock
is running,

Young Man
says to Old.

Grasp that
Gold Ring,

Or else,
your clasp
be cold.

If Ye
not reach,

Your Gravestone
be inscribed-

You never Lived-

Not Living,

So Ye Died.

July 5,2014

Saturday, July 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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