On The Passing Of Time Poem by Matthew Holloway
On The Passing Of Time
Time has gotten away from me my dear
The years have slipped away from my notice
Age has crept upon my body and pounced
Tired, weathered and full of experience
None of which feels of value anymore
A collection of stories now distorted
How true they are I do not recall
Time passes and blurs the edges of memory
And such is life, like a passing freight train
Rolling onwards with a whistle of a wind
In some way singing an unknown song
Life is short and Art long; the opportunity fleeting, experience deceitful, and judgment difficult.
Time passes and blurs the edges of memory And such is life, like a passing freight train Rolling onwards with a whistle of a wind....so very true words. Well penned.
to the posterity. We all must respect wheels of the time. A pragmatic write. Top score!
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4/26/2024 2:44:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I sincerely appreciate the truthful message the poem bears. But age, experience and wisdom have a lot to offer