“Here!” “Come see my plane fly; my train choo choo!!”
“Look at that funny cow mommy, ‘moo, moo’!”
“Faster, daddy, faster!” “Again, yes, wee!!!”
“One more story mommy, p,p,p,please!”
“I’m going out.” - “Where?” Mum asks. - ”Hmmpphhh… Just out!”
“Where’s my shoes? Why isn’t this washed?”, I shout.
“Board games night, really?" "I have friends y’know…”
“My life is over… he dumped me”, I groan.
“Oh, woe is me, my life is half over!”
I expected a house, kids, ring, rover…
the dream job; not dole and redundancy!!!
“I’ve a bunch of cats now living with me!”
“Phew!” “Two moments on the sofa, free from…
them!!” “Yes, the kids rule the roost, all day long!”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Though, I could do with some more time away.”
“A new lease of life!” “Barely past forty!”
The golf, wine, cheese… “Grandkids, go be naughty!”
“What a time it is, hey, to be alive!”
“Old, ha!” “I’ve learnt to just live and let jive!”
09.27.2026
(For the Five Perspectives Contest - each stanza representing different ages: 5, 15, 30, 50, 70.)
The leaves are starting to change color
The door opens, to bring a new season
My dog runs with his blue collar
He's dancing in the field without a reason
It's cloudy, but it's a quiet day
The signs of Autumn bring peace
My dog reminds me to be free, to play
I will hold a stop sign at stress increase
It's a blessing, more time this is
to live, to love, to give, to be
As i share some of what is his,
I praise vision for all that I see
The purple flowers look at me
with wide open blossoms, like eyes
Then, I notice the buzzing bee
reminding me time doesn't stop, it flies
Heidi Sands
9/17/26
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Time flies
Where did the time go
How did I get here?
I may not know
My favorite music is now a classic
Young folks view me as Jurassic
As much as I love to try new things
To be adventurous and bold
But sadly, I need to face the facts
I'm getting old
remember New Year's Day, Two-Thousand - a quarter Century has passed
‘Twas just yesterday I learned about joy.
You became mine and I became yours –
so happy for a girl instead of boy.
An instant love bonded us to the core.
Seconds, hours, days and years quickly fly.
Crawling and talking, walking and running –
you grew so fast, past hijinks and lies,
into someone so smart and stunning.
Time continues to pass so fast for me.
You became an adult and now mother.
You turned me into a bragging Nonni
with a perfect princess now to nurture.
I watch with amazement; the years go by.
Holding memories, I can only try.
i sat reading a book
pondering on what i could ever possibly do
to make myself feel better
i glance at the clock
it is 2pm on a sullen sunday
i am filled with resentment
resentment towards myself,
towards them
they speak in a low tone
almost as if i cannot hear it,
as if i have to tune in to hear the muttering.
i take a glance into the mirror across from me
i do not recognize this face staring back at me
a bitter taste fills my mouth
what an odd face!
its not mine,
it doesnt feel right on this body.
so whose is it?
I look back at the clock,
it is now 8pm on this dreadful sunday.
where'd the time go?
i try to recall the time
nothing i can recollect in my mind,
i glance around the room.
the furnitures moved
and there happens to be notes left around,
it wasnt me leaving those notes,
they are in a different handwriting.
time flies.
Days pass aloof to all hearts reap,
strays memories we wish to keep.
Ploys of time constantly remold
joys that we wish to ever hold.
While eyes close to deeply reflect,
vile time spies flashbacks to infect.
Should time leave my recall intact -
could be my joy would first react!
Time flies by at warp speed
and years go swiftly
Children grow into adults
and have children of their own
I feel like I should still be in my twenties,
not well over fifty.
Minutes, they fall like leaves in Autumn
Scattering wherever they please
Once vibrant, fresh, now limp, lost
Each second, they danced
Their tune, a whisper
In youth lasted
Forever
But now
Gone
Time flies so fast
Once a lady, now a mom
Lifetime pledge service.
Mornings come, but never stays
Even as slow as a snail
It crawls away
Slowly but surely, it comes to night
The lights fades and eyes deem
wallowing in the darkness
hoping that these dark nights
leads to brighter days
Time flies but never lies
the clock ticks as days flip
It doesn't wait;
Even for it's own best friend
Enjoy the rainy days
Because it might be dry tomorrow
It may be raining heavy today
but no more, in due season
Make haste to find your place
because when time takes it's flight
It doesn't wait to ask
who's on board!
© Eightietwo
From a time of being disturbed without each other,
to a time of not meeting each other for days,
a sequence of events have turned our lives
to connect us with our respective journeys
But behind the enthusiasm about 'keep going in life',
underneath the blanket of self help at times
tears shed in grieve, pain and utter regret
of not living life as fantastic as the past
in each other's company creating unforgettable memories,
a bunch talks to share, a partner in crime at service.....
There lies a void corner of intense longing at the end
to see you safe and sound before this long journey ends
Those brief yet special moments of glee
might conceal the cracks developed over the years
The journey beginning with us together
would complete with our tears of sheer delight!
Until then, let not this period of seperation
take away our smiles, like those when we used to meet....
#bestfriends
Holding your most treasured creation to your breast,
You start to realize it never takes a rest.
Looking into her eyes of brown,
She is welcomed into your world, your town.
Hearing her first word become your name,
Before long, she's walking and time, itself, is to blame.
Her sweet kiss goodbye as she boards the bus,
Watching it roll off into the dust.
With a blink, she's crossing that stage,
A purple and black gown hiding her simple beige.
Smile as big as texas on her face,
Couple more years she'll be wrapped in white lace.
She will then have her own pride and joy,
A sweet, innocent baby boy.
You'll look into her shining eyes,
And discover that time never asks, it just flies
Seconds slide into minutes
minutes into years
Only pausing to rejoice
birthdays and graduations
weddings and deaths
Marks on the calendar
to celebrate another creaking joint
and fading memories
TIME FLIES WHILE OLD AGE TAKES THE TRAIN.
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