Treasure Island

Linda Winchell

(still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)

'Wasted Time'

When if in time… you continually wait
Wasting time given… prone only to hesitate.
All in your life desired… will never take place
When all you could do… was procrastinate.

Time passing quickly
Even though you thought not.
Then you wake one morning
And all you see…is all of that you’ve got!

Piles of regrets…with some tossed in worries and woes
With tons of other baggage… of your life now in tow.
But merrily on… in life you did go
And all for what? out of control.

Gaining nothing…and keeping none
Just passing life’s time
Is the only thing… that you’ve done.

No need now… for any deep concern
For it has all... come down to this.
That all you can do now…before the end
Is to sit and regretfully my friend… just reminisce.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009

Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2009

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem ('Wasted Time' by Linda Winchell )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley Updates

New Poems

  1. "Baby talk", Mark Heathcote
  3. Wondering Moments, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  4. Shadows Leading Me, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  5. Fairness!, Clarence Prince
  6. At Her Feet, Naveed Akram
  7. Enjoying Interior Sensations, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  8. Know everything at least, gajanan mishra
  9. Lost Images, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  10. Abortion (cry of a foetus), ramesh rai

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson

The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »


Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]