I sit silently, watching the sand
as it slips through the hour glass,
each falling grain a clanging lament
of dreams yet reached...
of bonds that have been broken,
of memories faded.
I am beyond the ignorance of youth,
yet short of the wisdom of age.
Still, in the silence I hear the bell of time,
a bell that chimes but once.
It is a sound I have never heard before.
It whispers a truth I cannot deny.
the great healer of wounds,
the thief of our innocence,
the first flower of spring,
the last leaf of autumn.
You fool us when we are young.
You whisper, " You will live forever."
You trick us into wasting our days,
by shielding our ears from the chimes.
It is then,
when the leaves begin to change their color, 
you shout..
"It is not a game! "
I damn you for your constant movement !
I damn you for fading the memories of my youth !
I damn you for the plans I saved for tomorrow !
I damn you for reminding me I am mortal !
No...I do not fear you, or your passing.
Oh, but alas,
I sit and watch the hour glass...

TySyndicate   TySyndicate wrote
on 4/9/2009 6:49:14 PM
very very nice, i like.

kt6550   kt6550 wrote
on 2/13/2009 9:30:54 PM
Quite nice. I turn to my friend, Siddhartha, for his wisdom on your poem: "The essence, indeed, the only constant in the universe, is change." What is Time, if not change?

vwhitlock   vwhitlock wrote
on 2/13/2009 8:04:41 PM
I damn you for the plans I saved for tomorrow ! I damn you for reminding me I am mortal ! My fave section! Loved the entire read! You put words to thoughts that run through my head every day! Where did the time go?

SapphireCat   SapphireCat wrote
on 2/10/2009 10:26:16 AM
This is awesome. Very profound and full of emotion.

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This piece was written after I became ill. I thought of all the things I didn't do...of all the things I didn't make time for. And yet, the passing of time has it's blessing, also.
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