Blog, Poetry, Time, Writing

The Passing of Time

black and white photo of clocks

Photo by Amar Saleem on Pexels.com

When I saw this photo it gave me a flash of inspiration. A mass of clocks all ticking at the same time. I think, as you grow older time seems to fly by; you sometimes find yourself wondering where the time goes…

 

The Passing of Time

 

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Faster and faster

Time flies by

In days

Then months

Into years….

*****

My head’s spinning

Where are we going?

Falling, further

And further…

 *****

It’s another new day

A baby cries

Longing for its milk

Placated by it’s bottle

 

Morning chorus singing

As a child murmurs

Teddy dangling from its hand

Questioning, all the time

 

Noonday sun shines bright

A school child plays

Dreaming of home time

But has no answers

 

In the heat of the afternoon

A teenager fashionista

Self consciously

Struggles to understand

 

In the fading sun

An adult works hard

Earning a daily living

Hoping to achieve

 

Darkness surrounds us now

As an old person reads

Looking for inspiration

What is it all for?

 *****

The tick, tock, tick, tock

Is it even faster and faster still….

Sadly, time

Slows for no one.

Poem by Nick

Blog, Poetry, Time, Writing

The Passing of Time

black and white photo of clocks

Photo by Amar Saleem on Pexels.com

When I saw this photo it gave me a flash of inspiration. A mass of clocks all ticking at the same time. I think, as you grow older time seems to fly by; you sometimes find yourself wondering where the time goes…

 

The Passing of Time

 

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Faster and faster

Time flies by

In days

Then months

Into years….

*****

My head’s spinning

Where are we going?

Falling, further

And further…

 *****

It’s another new day

A baby cries

Longing for its milk

Placated by it’s bottle

 

Morning chorus singing

As a child murmurs

Teddy dangling from its hand

Questioning, all the time

 

Noonday sun shines bright

A school child plays

Dreaming of home time

But has no answers

 

In the heat of the afternoon

A teenager fashionista

Self consciously

Struggles to understand

 

In the fading sun

An adult works hard

Earning a daily living

Hoping to achieve

 

Darkness surrounds us now

As an old person reads

Looking for inspiration

What is it all for?

 *****

The tick, tock, tick, tock

Is it even faster and faster still….

Sadly, time

Slows for no one.

Poem by Nick