Time moves on, immutably It goes,
Sluggard in strife, in joy too quickly flown,
though where or whither we lack the sight to know.
In youth it goes so slowly on it’s way,
and all our frenzy will not speed nor slow,
time moves on, immutably it goes.
With school days past our tasks and trials grow,
from crest to wave like windblown spume we go,
though where or whither we lack the sight to know.
Beyond all tasks we yearn for love to grow,
We pray our fate to send dear ones to know,
time moves on, immutably it goes.
In elder days the hours seem to slow,
though sight will dim, the heart felt way we go,
though where or whither we lack the sight to know.
Time moves on, immutably It goes,
Loved or loathed it travels on its way,
each life a trail of light in living sows,
though where or whither we lack the sight to know.
Love the lines, “With school days past our tasks and trials grow,
from crest to wave like windblown spume we go,” Beautiful!
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Thank you for taking the time to send your kind words. I am always energized and excited by hearing from people who have read my work.
Alex
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Love your rhymes. Beautifully written.
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Thank you, I am very glad you took the time to offer your kind words. Alex
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Your writing flows from beginning to end, the imagery is excellent; this was an enjoyable read. AJM
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Thank you. I take that as a grey compliment coming from a writer.
I wish that I could write and watch all day.
Alex
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