Time and tide wait for no man.
Now in the late summer of life,
Realised it was all just strife.
What a donkey’s life!
Time flies, like the wind gone,
And I did what was to be done.
Not what I needed to do,
Without much ado.
My passion for writing with little outlet,
Hung on to time yet I bet,
Busy with mundane life,
Keeping at bay unexpected strife.
And today I crave for time’s arrears.
My heart’s wish over the years,
To revive those wishes dormant
To catch on those years
latent.
An evocative existential cri-de-coeur that readily brings to mind the line from Shakespeare’s Richard the Second, “Call back yesterday bid time return”.
Thanks dear poet Louis Kasatkin for such a heart melting comment…I love the quote from Richard the Second
A beautifully-composed ,insightful,and contemplative poem.
Thanks dear poet VijayNair