Time
Time. There isn’t enough.
Time is but a minor trifle
A period of life, just a sample
It slides away without a care
A dream of which I cannot share
Too short for some it’s fair to say
It’s gone before the break of day
© Verb 2020
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do you mean too not to?
yep that’s time alright, nice one
Aah, thanks for the heads up about my poor grammar. I’ll update that.
Nice flowing poem. Just to say that without this “minor trifle” there would be nothing. A little quibble about the last 2 lines; are they referring to Time or the Dream, and are dream and time being used in a synonymous sense?
Thanks for you comment. I was thinking about death and that life is too short especially for those taken when they are very young. Fleeting like a dream that there wasn’t time to savour.
Love this poem, time denies all ties.
Indeed it does. Sadly.
‘Aye, there’s the rub’ as Willie would say.
I find myself trying to catch my childhood and wrap it up neatly with my current age to try to encompass something that is slipping through my fingers like sand in a timer. Where did it all go? Can I really be facing the last stretch of the road?
but once navigated? onto greater adventures!
Alison x
Ever onward. Is there time for dreams to be fulfilled? Hope so.
I love this, my type of poem, flowing, meaningful and a joy to read. ( just wanted to add another comment) 🙂
Thanks. Comment away 🙂