Sally Eslinger Poet Prose Poetry

A Reflection of Passing Time

A REFLECTION OF PASSING TIME


At age 15,   
    Afternoons could last a week,
    Especially if nothing could be found to do,
    Or if trying to endure a lecture at school.

At age 45,
    Tomorrow would arrive as this afternoon just began.
    Feigning illness, it seemed, was the only way
       to be excused for an hour from one’s long list of To-do’s;  with that
    All greatly complicated by Christmas seeming to appear
        twice every year.

At age 70, the truth
    Is that when I ask if today is finally the Tuesday 
        we have plans to go out?
    The answer will come that today is, in fact, Wednesday
    And that that Tuesday actually passed me by last week,
        leaving me to wonder, Where had I been then? 
    Was I  to be  really sure of where I  was  in this Now?
  
Hmmm…

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(c) sally young eslinger  1/24/23
5:00 a.m., Thanks be to God…

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Howard Kerr January 31, 2023 at 10:14 PM Hello Sally, A deep, incisive piece on time and its passage. Superb flow between lines with potent message. Heartfelt thanks for your reflections on “How Do I Feel.” Howard Sally Eslinger February 2, 2023 at 6:41 PM Howard, i’m touch by your taking to Ime to come by to read and i thank you for commenting. Your words reflect your helpfulness. I did enjoy your poetry. Homored you stopped by.

Bj Legros Kelley January 31, 2023 at 12:02 PM Mmmm, I so relate. I'm 63, and still have a lot on my plate of to-dos, and I am resting here, enjoying poetry soup, drinking coffee, and being blessed albeit, feel a tad guilty because there is always so much to do. I hate missing dates, so disappointing. And you know, Christmas does seem to be coming twice a year for me too! Can you believe that tomorrow is already February?! Where did January go...

Michelle Faulkner January 28, 2023 at 12:46 PM I remember being 15 and time feeling like it never moved at all, and now in my middle age, it does seem to speed up, unfairly so! I too feel like Christmas comes twice a year, and I can never catch up :)

Harry Horsman January 25, 2023 at 5:05 PM Wow, your sentiments are as my own, Sally, this is surely a wondrous poem, because you capture the way it is so well, just got to go to my favourite. Hope you are well my friend. Lovely to read you again..Harry

Joseph P. DiMino January 25, 2023 at 10:20 AM Profound introspection. To be is where we are. Love it! Great you dare to ask the questions.

Victor Buhagiar January 24, 2023 at 9:29 AM How time flies. We think we'll live forever but that is far from true,

David Kavanagh January 24, 2023 at 9:04 AM Time is all relative to the observer Sally, so it’s probably best to go with the flow, which I think from reading this one is exactly what you’re doing, hopefully there will be many more Tuesday’s in the future, perhaps circle one of them on the calendar, just in case it goes missing again lol, I answered your soup mail, cheers David

Paula Goldsmith January 24, 2023 at 8:05 AM A creative write. Time is s funny time. Have a blessed day..................

Daisy Meadows January 24, 2023 at 8:02 AM Yes the days go faster as you get older. A good poem. Well done.