Charles Ruble Poet Rhyme

Time

The hands of time,
Put these wrinkles on my face.
It erased all the memories,
Of my life and this place.
Colored my hair,
From dark to gray,
Took me from my younger years,
To where I am today.
I dont regret,
The hands of time.
It has taken me places,
For no reason or rhyme.
It has showed me things,
No one else could teach.
It has helped me grab things,
Before,I could not reach.
The hands of time,
Made these wrinkles of pain,
Gave it A place,
For my tears to drain.
Tears of joy,
From the life that I bestowed.
I would not have changed anything,
Not a seed that I sowed.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

P Sheart November 21, 2009 at 5:33 PM Hi Charles, Great sentiments. Love the last line! Smile, I for one have earned my oncoming grays. Truly enjoyed. Thanks for sharing. Here's wishing you and yours a wonderful Holiday Season! Love Light Patty

Doris Culverhouse November 21, 2009 at 5:24 PM enjoyed reading today, that is what I need to tell myself all the time. thanks for sharing.

Sara Kendrick November 21, 2009 at 5:22 PM It is good to get gray and changed with time and not have regrets. Good topic on which to write. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara