Time

Time is an illusion and a reality....

How quickly the clock's hands travel, 

traveling their circuit, 

hours passing in the blink of an eye.  

A gray hair here, 

a wrinkle there, 

another year gone by.  

Still the clocks hands continue their fated course, 

regarding not the cry, 

of lost youth faded.  

Hold back the tide, 

face lift and hair dye, 

yet those hands continue their journey, 

till eternities' bosom you lie. 

Author's Note

Resist all you want, time will continue....

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

The very young me used to spend hours in my father's clock repair shop. Now the quite old me has spent a lifetime watching those hands go round and round. I find much wisdom and truth in this fine poem.

[Dave W.]

Thank you. I think youth is wasted on the young, the older I get the more I don't understand, I am find all the clichés about time were really prophecies.

[John the Baptist]

Impermanence is the nature of this material world. The sooner we make friends with it, the less pain we will know.

[Dave W.]

This is the truth

[Relic]

Your poem is pretty much on the mark. Time goes on with or without us. No matter what we do to change our appearance, time ticks away.

Great poem.

[Dave W.]

Thankyou so much for the review

[Chris]

I liked the wording and flow of this one until I reached the last line... others may disagree but you have "something" real and moving until the last line.

[Dave W.]

Maybe father time time is cheesy, I think you are right

[Lorry]

And that my friend, is a more prosaic way of saying what I say every morning to the bathroom mirror, where that old guy always appears! 😃

[Dave W.]

Thankyou so much for the review