Time times time
without the happy ending ,
sans the fond farewell
only the pain of knowing
of all that time mis-spent ,
mis-used mis-placed
in orgies of indolence
bacchanalias of sloth ,
all those years spent kow-towing to
all those minds that were shallower than ours ;
Time times time
we should have played to the final whistle ,
endured one solitary moment longer
given hope that extra second ,
knowing that whatever we did ,
whatever we thought ,
whatever we said ,
time was always against us ;
and yet ,
time times time
we find ourselves back near the beginning
where there is still..
time.
Beautifully penned poem, so thoughtful, so philosophical,so incisive.Makes me think a lot while reading this poem.Definitely, the end of times heralds the beginning of other times.Time is great…….great poem dear friend Louis.
Your comments are always valued and appreciated.Thank you.
we all have this albatross tied around our neck about time mis-spent.. beautiful one 🙂