Tuesday, 27 August 2013

Time





Minutes leak into hours
As hours seep into days
In the blink of an eyelid
Weeks give way to months

Years roll by on us
Time lost, slipping away
Busy planning tomorrow
Without living today

Personal goals and aims
Aspired with diligence and purpose
Time applied with thought                          
Reward us with fulfilment and focus

A generous gift from God
To be caressed and relished
This very minute, this hour
Valuable and precious
 




11 comments:

  1. Wonderfully expressed poem on the gift of time.
    I treasure my days!

    Nice to have you back, Margaret.

    Margie
    x

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    1. Hi Margie, thank you so much. I think we all need to learn to treasure our days like you do. x

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  2. Welcome back Margaret :) Beautiful poem :)

    Every line is so true and meaningful. The first stanza is very captivating and stands out in the poem. While we are busy making plans in life, time quietly slips away before we realise, years fly by! :)

    One blessing time has given mankind is - it heals pain. It lightens the heart by reducing pain as each day passes, promoting the philosophy that with time everything has to move on and we need to embrace life with a new hope.

    Well written,
    Good luck,
    Charan x

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    1. Thanks for the warm welcome back, Charan. :)
      Yes, time heals pain - very true. Glad you enjoyed the poem. I'll try to be more active on my blog in future! :)

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    2. Dear Margaret, you have an award at Beyond Barriers... please visit and collect it :) Take care :)

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  3. Margaret-Thank you for that beautiful reminder that we need to always be in the "now", living the present to the fullest.

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    1. Hi Bruce, I have to remind myself as well. It's something we all tend to forget. Hope you're keeping well.

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  4. Beautiful lines. One must learn to live in the present

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    1. Thanks Onkar. I'm learning it. Life is too short to worry about what happened yesterday or what might happen tomorrow.

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  5. Marital bliss is this all in your poem, I love it!

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