Where Did My Life Go

Where did my life go ? Oh, how I would like my life back ! It seems the fabric of time has developed a crack, and through it, I seem to be falling. Every day, work, work keeps on calling and my days melt, one into the other, no time to do all I must cover. Hours are so few For all I have to do. Very little to remember of this one’s day For they are all the same. No longer a life, no time for play ! Work, work, work is the frame of reference, routine of little variation is my life, sometimes a little creation. This is where my life has gone ! Work, work, work and nothing beyond. it has penetrated, permeated my dreams. Work, work, work, no escape it seems ? B. J. “A” 2 June 3rd 2012

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Sarah Stein

Date: 11/16/2021 9:06:00 AM

My heart goes out to you. I truly feel that we literally live to work rather than work to live. Well done.

David Drowley

Date: 11/15/2018 2:25:00 PM

William, How well you have captured the life of the wage slave!

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 11/15/2018 3:53:00 PM

Thank you David Drowley, for stopping by and for commenting on my stuff . “ Where did my life go ” comes from my retirements years, now over twenty five. When in business, from Ontario to British Columbia, hours went on for twelve to fourteen somrtimes more, seven days a week. I had time to socialize, take long drives, trips all over this continent, suppers out, parties, movies, plays, concerts etc., etc. All that is long gone now, as I sit at my computer {{ as a computer illiterate }} from sun up to sun down answering email, preparing documents for three Societies I am a Director and Secretary of, a camera operator for two Community Television Societies, as well as some auto mechanic, body and paint work. So much for retirement !!!, for this seventy six year old, old fool . B. J. “ A ” 2

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 9/14/2018 9:22:00 AM

Hi William, My grandfather use to tell me stories as a child - one I remember vividly! He used to tell that if he closed his eyes for a couple of minutes, his whole life would flash before him - wise old man. Best wishes

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 9/14/2018 1:12:00 PM

Thank you JENNIFER PROXENOS, for some insight into your past !!! “ He used to tell that if he closed his eyes for a couple of minutes, his whole life would flash before him ”, well I guess that I have taken a different road ???, “ the pen, and then the keyboard ” to envision my history, my past . As always Bill .

Rhona Mcferran

Date: 9/13/2018 9:28:00 PM

This really resonates with me... It's a poignant and well-penned piece. Great work!

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 9/14/2018 1:05:00 PM

Thank you Rhona McFerran, for the visit, for “This really resonates with me... It's a poignant and well-penned piece. ” and for the appreciated comment “ Great work! ” As always Bill .

Dorian Petersen Potter

Date: 11/5/2014 2:45:00 PM

You sound and think like me in so many ways, William. lol...where did my life go, just routine and work, where the fabric of my life have developed not just one but too many cracks...Love your poem! Excellent write! A 7 for you. And goes to my favs list. :) Best wishes! xxx D.

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 11/5/2014 7:57:00 PM

So nice to see a word or two form you Dorian Petersen Potter, and nice to think “ You sound and think like me in so many ways, William ” that I am not alone, even though I am. Thank you for the visit, the empathy, the understanding but not for the “ ...where did my life go, just routine and work, where the fabric of my life have developed not just one but too many cracks. ” for one needs to have adventures, journeys, moments that one can jump into with both feet and suck the life out of . I see the you are quite a prolific writer and talented artist as well as an wise entrepreneur . B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )