SO (USA / )

Always Time

Purple, red, silver
Golden threads of time,
Why do you pass so slow?
Why do you create things
That I know will pass away?
Why do you hide my death,
Out there past the horizon?
Why are you so indifferent, so cold
Always ticking, moving away,
Always drying my tears, and
Draining my joy? My possibilities
And choices, flying so fast they
Are freeze frame still. Why?
Why do you make me cry?

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Comments (4)

The idea is amazing...Thank you for sharing this poem with us
I always say. It's us that makes ourselves cry. Other can try but we don't have to let them succeed. You got my 10 for a very good poem, even if I don't agree with the message. Bugger em..They won't make me cry, no matter how hard they try. Hugs Jan.
Fine, restrained, deep - you're on a roll, Sandra!
Time it is time to slow down, give me more time for myself, the rolling stones sang a song, it was called time is on my side, it doesn't apply to the stones anymore, there new single 'time is running out' Warm regards Allan