In the mist of time...

April poetry month number twenty-one..

In the mist of time...

I walk slower and I talk less. The sun will rise again and I will count the stars again. I know now. In the mist of time. We will make mistakes and we will regret many things. We will wish we visit the family more often and we were kinder.

Life is like, the free wind. Touch our skin and we cannot slow her down. The echoes of old voices, we will miss and our children will become men and women. We cannot stop time.

We will know too many goodbyes and not enough hellos. One day, on the narrow road, the lonely path. I will tell the forest, the flowing river. Almost time for me to join the kind people who taught me how to live. Thank you for the sunny days, good friends and sweet women.

Today with five grandchildren at my feet. I tell the morning sun. One more day my friend. I ain't done yet.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Time moves on , sometimes too quickly, for all of us are aging and we don't want to miss out on anything. Sometimes we regret not having done enough in our lifetimes; We won't see our grandchildren grow to be adults, many things we will miss; we will say more goodbyes than hellos, but we will live each day that we have left and greet the morning sun.
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear Betty. Old age teaches us many lessons.

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes it does John, many! And you're very welcome
Best, B

[JE Falcon]

And the Sun replies, "Write me a poem and read it to me; It is Summer, and I have time to linger. --- Another warm and endearing poem, Coyote, nice work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Lydia Shutter]

You have plenty of time left to dance with the grandchildren and to love, my friend. Those who taught you how to live will patiently wait. Your words are filled with rich emotion and sentiment. I always enjoy. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. I agree and I hope so. Hello dear friend from Michigan.

[Aura]

Alot said. Time has no friend. In time many things will be repeated like the sun rising. Once we are blessed with life time will never stop. This poem somewhat sounded as if it was a conversation with death when the last line came " I ain't done yet" seemed as if it was saying the person is not done with life as yet, death can wait, they still have time.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Aura. I still have more time. I hope. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Aura]

You are welcome!