Time, O Time, do wait! it cannot be curtains yet some chapters are still left the body may be but a mound of sand ravaged by time’s waves but the heart smoulders still with many a pain to feel alive.
Time, O Time, do wait! don’t be waylaid by the sagging shoulders nor by papery wrinkled skin I do gasp for breath sometimes as they bunch in my rheumy chest but ties of blood do help me up their cheery voices call out to me I think not it’s time yet
Time, O Time, don’t wait any longer! I think I have lingered enough death refuses to meet my eye wavering in and out of clouds of fogginess I hang heavy on everyone’s time promise me an encore in another lifetime ’tis time to finally rest.
we were young and the times were heady the future glowed rosily through the beauteous rose-tinted glasses as giddy-headed clouds raced against time we lay squinting at the sun lacing our fingers, weaving sugar-spun dreams
sadly we forgot to bottle and preserve those sunny times lugubrious clouds of discontent hang heavy hiding the affirmations badly needed harsh realities of living are the sodden blanket that leave us shaking and vulnerable sitting on the edge of twilight zone of living I wonder if the luxury of oblivion will envelop us if only for a while!