The Passing

Today's thought


Rampant and elusive,

It grows abundant and becomes conclusive.

Something we cannot touch, yet is all around us,

An element which documents our existence.

It envelops us with its boundaries and deadlines,

For sufferers it’s cruel, for the fortunate it is kind.

For many there is never enough to be had,

For the eager, its pace may be considered a lag.

Some count it down for great moments they wait for,

While others cling desperately, in last breaths, begging for more.

Where does it go? So often repeated,

From life through death, it is constantly depleted.




16 thoughts on “The Passing

    1. Thanks Carol, I felt the need to write about time because I feel there is never enough of it, yet for some it can seem like an eternity! 🙂


  1. I became more and more curious. Looked at the image. Read the lines. A poem, a riddle about human life. Of course, Time. Great work, D.G. Loved the mind expansion.


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