I bring to you another inspiring picture that not only deserves a stare but also a poem.
I’ll be waiting for your poem with the following words; 1. Time 2. Life
Life piles up Stacked in years First blocks Then bricks Cumulative weights that start to bend and bow the strength of one who once stood tall Now filed down Filed away Until the skin is paper thin Then soft as silk Draped over bones Like a shroud Time passing in minute breaths
Thanks for posting it here…love it
There isn’t time On the clock Life passed me by Didn’t give it much thought
Now I’m sick I move towards light Sadly accepting My struggling fight
Can’t go back Now I feel peace Looking at stars Waiting relieved I’m going to God Joy fills me A final journey Then I am free
True. We definitely can’t re-live the past. All we can do is look forward to the future.
Tic-toc Look how Fast time goes As I watch My kids go from Newborns To adults I look at The clock It broke It was Moving So fast Hey where’d Those wrinkles Come from I still feel 22 Why must Time fly When you’re Are having fun I guess That’s life Ouch my Back
Time is the age of life We grow in life mature with age Life is like a fine wine Matures with age
Could of frozen the banks pulling mortgages the evictions and shut offs could of rolled over the interest to the end of a loan could of ordered PPE wherever is a home could of saved the people from the coming doom given more to the Navajo than body bags helped communities with everything they had
Naw they stand proud and tall justifying the dead excuses for all time to put out a clock and a ventilator a life out to pasture hide the refrigerated trucks and coffins excuses & appearances are all that matter
The Clowns and sharks that run the land in fine suits of silk and linens gather behind newsmen pretending to not be lying while pushing a rich mans agenda. -Amberdawn (CRG)
I see the symbols now…nice poem CRG