Strange is this life,
a round-about of Time!
sometimes climb,
at others dropp down
On the climb up
it rings in the new
and rings out the old!
but as the wheel turns
the fortune twirls
from top to the bottom
on its downward swing!
At the peak of glory
I am the top brass,
my portraits decorate
the city walls,
people flock to me
with garlands of flowers
their heads bow down
before my powers!
When out of office,
among the masses
unnoticed I pass;
I am an empty glass,
my portraits pull down,
utter disrespect show
them to the dustbin throw.
On the round-about of Time
life is a see-saw game,
ever in transit,
nothing stays.
I seem to have gripped,
it turns out ill fame.
I have reached the end,
I don’t know the aim
Still don’t know true Name!
Time did speak many things. Patience to be inculcated. you have reminded my life by writing time............A masterpiece. My sincere thanks for this particular poem.
I love your title. It is true that nothing lasts. Both praise and indifference have their day. But the mere joy of being makes it all worthwhile. This is our time to write poetry, C.P. And you do it so well... Always your friend, Sandra
I think we are all caught within the circle of life, not knowing which course it will take. Great poem CP. Best wishes, Andrew
great write.......time shows us everything and says....you are everything but yet nothing
Absolutely stunning write CPS...who have described perfectly with wonderful imagery too the ups and downs in life.... when one can move from the pinacle of success to the forgotten annals of history with speed. Certainly a 10+++
Excellent theme and imagery with touches of playground equipment. I went up and down and around with you. I had better go now as I am dizzy! Top marks Karin Anderson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything works in cycles in life.