Maturing Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Maturing Time



Time is everlasting, waiting on sidelines as we wantonly pass
it by, taking no notice of our human clocks of birth racing
by with only a few pictures to remind us of it.

Becoming a toddler, learning how to live, eat, talk, learning
most of what we will in just those few short years of life.

Our personalities are formed, mapping out our futures, laying
roads to what we will someday be or do.

Finding ourselves floundering through puberty, awkwardly we
shape our values as we stumble into adolescence, finding we
now have morals, we understand them, but life is so much more,
it is here for our enjoyment.

We abandon ourselves to seek whatever we may find, turning it
over in our minds once and discarding it forever.

Finally grown and matured, as adults we learn there are no
answers to the questions burning in our minds, only memories
of other times.

Stepping ever slowly through our times, older, grayer, finally
seeing time, no longer on the sidelines, but holding your hands,
guiding your steps along the way.

Slowing the steady rhythm of your beating heart, life no longer
benefiting from your existence, it is time to part with it.

Friday, September 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poem
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by aging, because soon I will be another year older.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 12 September 2014

A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.

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