Tim Smith Poet Rhyme

Life's Final Retreat

Cast to the side sitting out this ride
the clocks move forward with speed
but I'm left to need   to breathe 

Iced down bubbled up feelings enraged
stolen moments caught  lives rearranged
things never to remain the same

Living on a borrowed dime rolling dice
coming up snake eyes against father time
letting the bills fall behind

A fine line to hang out for all to see
hidden secrets too heavy to hold
telling stories getting old

Spark embers higher and higher
desire leaks from a fractured soul
in the distance the bell tolls

Let go delusions afloat in whispered dreams
mixed thoughts both sour and sweet
upon life's final retreat

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Maurice Yvonne March 3, 2017 at 5:03 PM A fav for sure. Just found out about your surgery. I'm sorry Tim, I wished I had been around to comment earlier. "A fine line to hang out for all to see hidden secrets too heavy to hold telling stories getting old"! This verse alone is a knockout and the whole poem even better.

Jean Murray March 3, 2017 at 4:19 PM One to read over and over, there is so much in here Tim. Wishing you thoughts that are more sweet than sour.

Lisa Ricci March 3, 2017 at 4:07 AM Tim allow me to say this is an entry to be read out loud with emphasis. This entry is poetry and poetic in every way in my eyes. Your first stanza truly sets the tone. It was a nice poetic touch to end your entry with its title. Well done Tim Smith March 3, 2017 at 1:46 PM Thank you Lisa

Sara Ella March 2, 2017 at 7:39 PM Wow! Tim, each line leads to so many thoughts! It seems that we are all on this one-way trip. I hope that however long, there are bright highlights for you, my friend, all along the way. Tim Smith March 2, 2017 at 7:47 PM Thanks so much Sara...I hope the journey is long and healthy

Andrea Dietrich March 2, 2017 at 7:11 PM wow, your poetry will get more and more THIS way once you are at MY age, Tim. It's all downhill after 55. haha. (at least for me, that was the fatal age). I really like this one. SEVEN Tim Smith March 2, 2017 at 7:24 PM Haha....I'm not far behind you...I heard 55 is the new 33 : )

Jan Allison March 2, 2017 at 2:52 PM there are two things we have no control over our birth and death - its what we do when we are here that counts and agree we are indeed living on borrowed time:-( hugs Jan xx Tim Smith March 2, 2017 at 4:16 PM You are right...thanks Jan

Darren White March 2, 2017 at 1:52 PM One ride downtown... So much to think about.... But it's alwats good to tell those stories, always. And I hope thet the dreams that whisper to you will be good dreams my friend. Tim Smith March 2, 2017 at 4:14 PM I do as well...thank you

Anne-Lise Andresen March 2, 2017 at 1:41 PM - The medal of life has always two sides, Tim - Great written with emotions - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Tim Smith March 2, 2017 at 4:13 PM Thank you A-L

Charmaine Chircop March 2, 2017 at 1:14 PM So much in each line..Reality hits deep here Tim..As such is life..A one roller-coster ride..At times turning in the wheel ..other times watching from the outside.Secrets too heavy..Oh indeed a burden to carry...Living on a borrowed dime-Indeed the days are borrowed..We are only on a short journey here to our real world that follows... Delusions and dreams..those are part of the package too..and makes life sweet and sour indeed..So much thought here.Awesome. Tim Smith March 2, 2017 at 4:13 PM Thank you so much my dear friend

Charlie Smith March 2, 2017 at 12:50 PM This reminds me too much of what I don't want to think about, but a swell write just the same Tim... Tim Smith March 2, 2017 at 4:11 PM Nobody cares to think of it

Chris Green March 2, 2017 at 12:38 PM It comes and we must accept it somehow. Nicely expressed Tim. Tim Smith March 2, 2017 at 4:11 PM Thank you Chris