ivor or ivor.e hogg

Rookie (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

My Time Is Short. - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

My time is short I'm growing old.
The years pass by so speedily
Each day is worth much more than gold.
I greet each morning thankfully.

But time moves on remorselessly
.Although my memories enfold
My youthful days effortlessly.
My time is short I'm growing old.

Long ago when young and bold
I faced the future fearlessly
Perceptions changed as I grew old.
The years pass by so speedily.

I made my way successfully
And I grew rich as I grew old.
But life experience has taught me
Each day is worth much more than gold.

Time - cannot be bought or sold.
Time must onward steadily.
As the passing years unfold
I greet each morning thankfully

I've learned the only certainty.
Applying to both young and old
Both must accept reality.
My future can now be foretold.

My time is short Monday,16 April 2012


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My time is shortMonday,16 April 2012


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2012



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