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.
Larry, Thank you my friend. I’m glad you took a moment to read it.
Cindy, a very pause and reflect poem. Thank you for sharing