*Moments pass,
Days go by,
Time, it is too honest -
Arrogant, not shy.
It comes, and it goes,
It cares not, for your emotions,
It steals your dreams,
It throws them into
the deepest depths,
of the darkest, vastest oceans.
Time, it spares no pain,
It reminds you, constantly,
That it will soon take you...
It trys so hard
to make you anxious -
It will eventually break you!
It teases you
with the most pleasurable moments,
Those, that you will never forget...
It gives you special memories -
most precious,
and a few,
that you may live long enough
to regret.
Time, is an absolute blessing.
However, its inevitable end,
feels like a massive curse,
Time,
It ticks away faster
As you get older,
Making all of your anxieties
Feel horribly worse.
Time, it is impetuous,
And, unfortunately,
There a many souls
Who lack appreciation
For every blessed, precious,
Unstoppable second.
Sadly, they realise this,
Only when their final moments
Are about to come - when their last Breath is about to be taken;
When their soul
Has been beckoned.
Time,
It kisses you,
Then it runs,
It causes chaos,
Daily.
But, still,
With every second of it,
That we are blessed,
It makes us,
The lucky ones!
By Lady R.F ©2016*
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
*Moments pass,
Days go by,
Time, it is too honest -
Arrogant, not shy.
It comes, and it goes,
It cares not, for your emotions,
It steals your dreams,
It throws them into
the deepest depths,
of the darkest, vastest oceans.
Time, it spares no pain,
It reminds you, constantly,
That it will soon take you...
It trys so hard
to make you anxious -
It will eventually break you!
It teases you
with the most pleasurable moments,
Those, that you will never forget...
It gives you special memories -
most precious,
and a few,
that you may live long enough
to regret.
Time, is an absolute blessing.
However, its inevitable end,
feels like a massive curse,
Time,
It ticks away faster
As you get older,
Making all of your anxieties
Feel horribly worse.
Time, it is impetuous,
And, unfortunately,
There a many souls
Who lack appreciation
For every blessed, precious,
Unstoppable second.
Sadly, they realise this,
Only when their final moments
Are about to come - when their last Breath is about to be taken;
When their soul
Has been beckoned.
Time,
It kisses you,
Then it runs,
It causes chaos,
Daily.
But, still,
With every second of it,
That we are blessed,
It makes us,
The lucky ones!
By Lady R.F ©2016*
