Tempus fugit

Another lovely poem by Sue Vincent.

France & Vincent

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In the silence of a home once full of noise,

A clock is ticking.

Suddenly I know…

Every second marks a moment,

Another chunk of time

Leaves the future,

Slides through the present

Becomes the past…

As I listen.

And this is me,

A life ticking away.

How many seconds pass in reverie?

How many lost unmarked

And unremarked

Beyond my reach?

I cannot call them back,

Cannot rewind, relive

Refill with memories.

Once they are gone, done,

Lost in the mists,

Wandering the mind

Like aimless ghosts

I cannot change them.

And so I breathe,

Inhaling seconds as they pass,

Filling each one,

With something, anything

To make them count,

Make them sparkle

Make them burn..

Branded in memory.

My life is wide,

Embracing tomorrow

When it is today

And the clock can tick,

Counting my laughter

As the years pass.

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