Sunday, 3 July 2016

Chasing Seasons; A Poem about Time

Sunset behind Reeds with Title Overlaid
Stop, slow down! But life goes on.
Too fast! A current, raging strong.
Trying to cling to each new scene,
A crumbling rock in a rushing stream

Caught up in life's absorbing whirl,
Marvelling at each new vibrant swirl,
We're swept away, each holding on,
Regardless, always, life goes on.

It doesn't always seem so fast,
Each day begins, much like the last.
The seasons change, too slow to see,
 And flowers bloom imperceptably,

But looking back, so much has shifted,
Winter's frosts have all but lifted
The warmth of spring returns at last,
And another year has hurtled past.

In awe, in wonder, we try to cling,
To every miraculous, magical thing,
Still, all but snippets fade away
And tomorrow begins another day.

It doesn't matter how much you're trying,
The day will always end up dying,
But it's how you spend it that makes it last,
Creating memories that will hold on fast.

'Life goes on', that's what they say,
And we're chasing seasons all the way.
So try not to worry about what might fade, 
Each day, well spent, is a memory made. 

Click to read my last poem What do You Want for Your Children?

1 comment

  1. That is a great poem! So full of words which ring so true - and very though-provoking. I like the pace of it too - it feels like you are moving so fast. Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought x


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