The setting sun pulls another day over the horizon,
Another day that we will never again lay eyes on.
How we see this depends on how this day we stood,
Some are sad to see it go others glad it’s gone for good.
Perhaps I think too much about the moments that are lost,
How I let them slip away regardless of the cost.
Time is like a river disappearing in thin air,
As it flows by you have one chance and then it isn’t there.
As sand flows though an hourglass, our lives are passing by,
We stand and watch it flow away and never question why.
If I could make a special wish, and knew that it would be,
I would want to make the most of every opportunity.
Yes , I agree, I read somewhere that as we grow older our regrets in life are more for the things we didn't do than for those we did do. - Vic
Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on November 1, 2002
on my fridge - a poem, author unknown, about another day out of your life
"...don't regret the price you paid for it." Moments wasted, moments lost
but for the repercussions - this is a very thought provoking piece.
Time is precious even if we can't measure it. Perhaps we don't try and should! It might surprise us the differences that could be made. It makes us think-Great write!
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2002
Good wish and excellent write.
Reviewed by Smoke Martin (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2002
Time is but what one makes of it. You make well with yours my friend.
Good job
Smoke
Reviewed by Smoke Martin (Reader)
Reviewed on October 25, 2002
A gentle sweet reminder of what's important
Reviewed by Ashley Mulas (Reader)
Reviewed on October 25, 2002
Wow, that was really good. I haven't be that inspired in such a long time. Thanks for sharing that, it really touched me. *~Ashes~*
Reviewed by Janice (Jan) Jarnagin (Reader)
Reviewed on October 25, 2002
A very good and inspiring write. This write is so true, but I never looked at my time that way. I need to change my way of seeing things, don't I? :-) Much enjoyed.
Many smiles,
Janice
In agreement with everyone great writer. The stanzas are excellent, a 10+.
D.
Reviewed by Betty Rickard (Reader)
Reviewed on October 24, 2002
Beautiful, and so very truthful..I really enjoyed this writing..Great write..Written so well.
Betty
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on October 24, 2002
We cant recapture but we can make every single minute mean something.. then, looking back becomes most satistying.. this is a wonderful "wake-up" call for us all. Your poetry always brings me in touch with thoughts I intend to spend more time with.. Im so glad you're here. I love your gentle honesty. katy.
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on October 24, 2002
That's why we should be good to one another
Thouht provoking and well done
I couldn't get to your write yesterday
for some reason.....
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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"...don't regret the price you paid for it." Moments wasted, moments lost
but for the repercussions - this is a very thought provoking piece.
Makes one think`*
Good job
Smoke
Many smiles,
Janice
D.
Betty
Thouht provoking and well done
I couldn't get to your write yesterday
for some reason.....
Jenni
I've wished the same, as well...