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Fragile Drip of Time

No one prepared me for the Fragile Drip of Time;
or perhaps my ears were closed,
my heart was shut, my mind was busy,
my legs were moving, the days were pounding,
and I was living on a treadmill of the grind.

Today is here and now,
as I look back through the veil;
I see days and days with numbers,
where I missed the final bell.

I didn’t take that moment when I should have called a friend.
I didn’t hug a loved one as I passed the great descend.
I didn’t do my best as I forged ahead with life.
I let time remove the allies as I lived the final beat.

Now I sit in wonder of the plans that I have left;
does any of it matter on this planet east or west?
Will words that tumble out soon pass to graves forgotten?
Sheets of paper tossed to the wind; as seeds now rotten.

I leave content in knowing that I shared my gift with you;
no matter of the clock telling time that it is through.
No longer do I question; was it better here or there?
The bridge I cross to Destiny may lead me anywhere.

So dash away the distance as I dance on muddy shores.
Wind upon my cape tells me, yes, to one day more.
Live I will the best to my ability.
This is my bequest to this reality.

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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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    • Thank you Larry. Yes, this poem went into fairly deep crevices where words just flowed from ink to paper. I yearn for more of those moments in the future…🙄 For now I’ll take the words in any shape they travel. 😎

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