When Time Is Over

When Time is Over The time is almost over the road is getting short. It's coming to an end. From what I lived yesterday, there are only memories. I am not going to lament the past. We all have ups and downs in life. Sometimes it seems like we don't have enough time. I was young once. I remember being happy. I thought then, that time didn't go by. In the course of my life I lived a lot of things. Some were sad, some happy, some bad and some good. But life went on and so did time. One day I looked in the mirror. I saw that my face had changed. My youth was gone. It was not there anymore. There were some wrinkles on my face and gray hair on my head. When I saw this I wanted to cry. I kepted on looking in the mirror for a while. Than I started to make a recount on my life. I saw that I had more happy times than sad. The wrinkles are prints and marks of the pains and sorrows that life has brought us. The gray hair is another story, or maybe several. They are the experiences that we have lived in our life. With the gray hair, you acquire knowledge and wisdom. The years don't go by for nothing. Some people never get old, because their life is cut short. If one day, in front of the mirror - you happen to see some gray hair - give thanks to GOD, that you made it this far in your life. The experiences you lived are stories that you can tell the young people. They might even help them to live their lives. You can also tell them to your grandkids. They will be happy to listen to you and you will be happy too. To you young people live your youth slow and not fast. Enjoy it while it lasts. Because before you know it your youth is gone your life has passed and your time is over... 2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
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Jones Avatar
August 25, 2013 at 5:12 PM
Oh lucilla...so enjoyed this poem...yes the outside changes to remind us how we change inside too and remind us of things good and bad..such a lovely poem...congratulations on being featured this week....
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August 25, 2013 at 8:31 AM
Good morning Lucy, ,CONGRATULATIONS!!! on having your poem Featured on the soups home page. enjoy your coming week. Always & Forever * Linda
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August 24, 2013 at 6:30 PM
Hello Lucilla, congratulations, on your featured poem of the week. Take Care ~SKAT~ :-)
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March 2, 2012 at 7:13 AM
It is always a pleasure to read your poetry Lucilla. I want to thank you today for your kind words on my writing. Your words are appreciated more then you know. Love, Carol
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February 17, 2012 at 6:17 PM
enjoy day by day,thanks for sharing your work
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February 15, 2012 at 8:52 AM
Lucilla, we think alike,alot! How strange,I looked in the mirror last night and thought the same thoughts. In fact I have been blessed....Now I can"t remember what I was going to say. Ever been there? God Bless, Avis
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February 13, 2012 at 8:57 PM
I loved this poem Lucilla- appreciation is a gift we give to God for bringing us through- so many live or don't live, they miss so much life has to offer because they can't appreciate the good in life or even the lessons they have learned that were painful but helped transform them ( or could have) into better people. love and appreciation, Brenda : )
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February 5, 2012 at 6:38 PM
So true, so true. I once was a gorgeous man, but not so on the inside. Many years later I'm fat, bald and ugly on the outside and a beautiful man within. All due to finding the Lord. Thanks for your reviews. Please come by every now and then. P;z review "Rare Book".
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February 5, 2012 at 2:06 PM
Yes, sometimes we walk by the mirror and wonder who that old woman is across the room..Enjoyed reading..We should be thankful if we can remember any of our past for some loose that ability..Thanks for stopping by..Sara
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