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Fabric of Time

When you roll up the ribbons
and stow away bows,
remember the Fabric of Time,
I suppose.

The silk becomes frayed
at the edge from the sun.
The bobbles may break
without care of someone.

Fragile is held
at the center I guess.
We live our lives
as we think is best.

Yet looking back
through the hour of glass;
we wish our journey
hadn’t passed so fast.

Shadows break
through the atmosphere;
many have traveled
to a place far from here.

Heartbreak felt more
than loving embrace;
we squandered time
spent face to face.

Regret is packed
with each treasure once displayed.
The record has crackled
to the end of the play.

Dash to the finish,
we rush through each year,
then suddenly we realize
how life became clear.

Should have and did
cut through fine ice of winter.
Soon we will find
that mistakes cause a splinter.

Jolt will be too late I suppose;
for Fabric of Time is soon to close.

Cindy J. Buechler
Cindy J. Buechlerhttps://creativejeanblossoming.wordpress.com/
My Poetry, Photography, and Journals hold treasure from grade school to high school to adult school, which I'm still attending ... just waiting for the final grade. Each layer of life reveals a new truth and with age, it becomes apparent that time is my greatest rival. My hope is to reflect with words and pictures that offer comfort, insight, and wisdom for a life well-lived with peace and tranquility in the end.

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