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TIME
Time on his high horse
Rushes by
Herding me on,
Slow the pace, I plead
Time takes no heed
Time on his high horse
Sweeps us all aside
Like fallen leaves
And has no mercy
For our little lives
Nor is Time caring
That we are not yet done
In our strivings
And in our dreaming
Of youth regained
Gold cannot deflect
Time’s leading arrow
Nor can Love sway
Time’s relentless passing
Youth comes to Age
Ambition comes to nought
Power, too, is defeated
Kings and Beggars
To the same dust are fallen
To be forgotten
Through all the ages
In Time’s endless reaping
© Doreen Edwards
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| Reviewed by The Poetess |
12/24/2010 |
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Time sure does have a power that we can't control,
Leaving us to melt into the waves of its flow. . . |
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| Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER |
7/28/2010 |
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| It was time well spend reading this admonition, great depths, and great measage, in a well structured poem. Bravo! Jasmin Horst |
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| Reviewed by Elisabeth Barstowe |
7/28/2010 |
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| Yes. And if it wasn't so we would need a much bigger planet. Good writing. |
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| Reviewed by John Bidwell |
7/28/2010 |
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Very well done.
I will try to spend some of it wisely today.
I better hurry up if I'm to do that.
John |
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| Reviewed by David Maclellan |
7/28/2010 |
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Your poem captures the relentless and remorseless march of time, it is the one thing that our technology has not been able to tame! I know that they say: 'you should grow old gracefully' but I confess, I lust for the days of my youth.
Best regards Gwen,
david |
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