Time
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“Time is a reckless horse galloping away, but those who can tame it can ride on it and reach destinations desirable” By Poet
Time, the cosmic beat
Length of life’s yarn
The harbinger of change
Leaving rude etchings on the face
Making a young damsel
Turn into a wizened hag.
Changing hills into plains leveled
And hollows into mounds filled!
As time advances, life decreases
And seasons pass by us unbidden.
Time rings the bell for all beginning,
And it tolls the knell for all parting.
Time may stay so inconspicuous,
Like a tiny tick unnoticed,
On the furry skin of a mangy dog
Not making its presence felt
Till unexpectedly it leaps forward,
Vanishing into thin air!
Many a time it assumes,
Royal dimensions rich,
Like a prince charming,
Riding in a winged chariot!
When it whizzes past us
Days are turned into seconds!
But when it drags by
Hours seem eons!
Time, we cannot rewind,
Nor be purchased with money or muscle.
Never static, like a river,
It rushes and hurtles into eternity.
At times may seem still
Sometimes mutely whispering,
It flows into silent timelessness!
No doubt, Time is a trickster,
So erratic, so volatile.
Yet so precious and so dear,
More valuable than all other treasures!
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April. 14.2023
~ Placed First~
Writing Challenge ‘T’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2023
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