As my pencil flows on the paper
My thought also flow to days long gone
when things were much diffrent
Time just flew by
So now I sit here and sigh
Where did the time go
I may never know
As I sketch and paint
I admit the memory is faint
But I do remember
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Written for
Poetry Potluck Week 36-Sketches, Images, and Impressions
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Written for
Poetry Potluck Week 36-Sketches, Images, and Impressions
6 comments:
where did time go?
we don't know.
lovely capture of life's uncertainty.
love your perfectly rhymed words.
Oh thats exactely how I feel today, were did the time go Lovely picture. You are so talented.
I have always been drawn to eyes...and pictures of them. Your drawing is really beautiful Grammy...you have a special talent dear friend. Reminds me of something I wrote many years ago when my kids were small. Here's a small portion...
Time, it flows by me.
It's there but it's not
Flows swiftly by me;
To where...I don't know.
Moments to moments
abound by the lot.
Some days are too busy
to notice it go.
~Joy
Time flies on swft wings
leaving behind faded pages in its wake-a lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.
You have captured my life perfectly. I love this poem. We now have time to explore our writing that we do not have to teach our birds to fly. Lets fill up our nest with a legacy of words and written memories for them to read someday!!!
Iris
beautiful Grammy! You drew a very good eye!
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