Another lovely poem by Sue Vincent.
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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I feel this way often! Thanks for sharing.
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I think everyone does, Amy.
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Beautiful… ❤ xo
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Sue has so much talent. 💕🤗💕
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Sue is such a gifted writer and artist. ❤
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She absolutely is!
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Thanks for sharing, Michelle. The poem speaks deeply to me.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. I think we can all relate to the message.
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I think so. 🙂
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Thank you for sharing, Michelle xx
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My pleasure, Sue. I loved it! 💕🤗💕
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I’m glad 🙂 xx
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A marvelous choice to share, Michelle. Hugs on the wing.
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I loved it and just couldn’t help myself. I had to share it. Hugs back to you, dear friend.
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