Open Poetry #25 |
The Hands Of My Time |
Albert J. Allie Senior Member
since 2003-02-13
Posts 512Queens NY |
The hands of my time turn rapidly. My mind becomes domicile To old recollections of innocence, Which once befell my aging face. Moments of sorrow, that were bitter tastes Now remain as sweet fragrances That bring smiles, where frowns once reigned. Tender loves lost in growing pains, Still burn the heart, but have versed Me well, in love. Seasons played their part and changed Like the many faces throughout my life. The hands of my time turn rapidly. Tha voices have all faded And the colors have all run Down my page. All that I once knew, now just A fragment of myself, buried Deep within. Un-used, but not forgotten. The flower of my adolescence, Now just petals that blow in the wind. I stay vigilant over them, As they seldom soar through. The hands of my time turn rapidly. I welcome the next hour. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(big hugggsssssss) Oh Albert, this sounds so very sad, sweet friend, I hope this doesn't relate to you as I think so many can! (sad sigh) We ust embrace each minute in time with enthusiasm and hope as time is too precious to waste and love will find a way! (sigh) God Bless You, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Albert, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is a sad write. But it is well written and I like it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Albert J. Allie Senior Member
since 2003-02-13
Posts 512Queens NY |
Thank you Fro the kind words Loner |
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