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Time Flies

If I may say so, myself Time flies by too fast, Pausing not for itself Breathless and aghast, Always waves goodbye Never says fond howdy When noticing it, I say, Fleeting, gone already. Trying to catch up, note You’ll always be late You will miss the boat It’s everybody’s fate! Written June 1, 2022

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Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 6/2/2022 9:12:00 AM

The ephemeral quality of time is fascinating-it is always here, and yet always on the move. I enjoyed your poem a lot, Milton. :)

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/2/2022 9:31:00 AM

Evelyn, it's always a pleasure hearing from you. Thanks for your comment on my poem.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/2/2022 3:51:00 AM

" Never says fond howdy" - I would like to hear time say this every morning, thus, I shall envision this now.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/2/2022 10:12:00 AM

Me, too. It just keep rolling along like ol' man river.

Shirley Hawkins

Date: 6/2/2022 12:33:00 AM

I wrote a poem that was published in the local courier thirty two years ago called The Human Race it is on PS. I liked your poem, Milt especially the last four lines.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/2/2022 10:13:00 AM

I'm going to look it up, Shirley. Thanks for the read and the note.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/1/2022 8:49:00 PM

I like your musings on Time. So accurate -- to the thousandth of an eon. ~ Lost in Space and Time

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/1/2022 9:21:00 PM

Thanks, gw. And so it goes...and goes...and goes.