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Time spares no one

Date Written: October 19, 2017

Every hour now
is like a moment brief,
my last years in this world
I'm spending in mischief.

Rusty mirrors show me
that my days have passed,
but youth never thinks
that time runs so fast.

Dark hair of mine 
now has a grey shade,
and all my lovely memories
had begun to fade.

Pale skin in which I'm trapped
is of wrinkles full,
each day my heart wonders
Why are years so cruel?

Lovely roses in my graden
had always been bit shy,
when I leave this earthly ground,
Will they also die?

And when the time comes
to do my last button,
only one mystery
Will I be forgotten?

7 comments on “Time spares no one”

  1. comnpkpillai     October 19, 2017

    All are born to be forgotten to some extent
    Death is inevitable

    1. Sumeja Ičanović     October 19, 2017

      Agree. However, it must be hard knowing that your time is almost gone

  2. kahlstrom80     October 19, 2017

    Beautiful poem. Lots of longing for youth and maybe some regret of not being more intentional? I love the visual here, “Rusty mirrors show me
    that my days have passed,
    but youth never thinks
    that time runs so fast.”

  3. Andreas Simic     October 19, 2017

    Time indeed seems to accelerate as we age. Enjoyable read.

  4. Sumeja Ičanović     October 20, 2017

    Thank you Kahlstrom80. Those are my favourite lines 😀

    Thanks Andreas. Yes I agree, even with people who are relatively young. For example, I am 23, and I feel like each day is passing quicker than the previous one. I have spent a lot of time thinking about that and I am kind of afraid of time slipping by me.

  5. timrek00     October 20, 2017

    I enjoyed this one. Like a trip, the enjoyment of the journey of Life should be paramount and not the destination. You seem to have an appreciation for the finer points. You are young but have wisdom to recognize the value of the time we possess.

  6. Sumeja Ičanović     October 20, 2017

    Yes. Thank you Kermit for your kind words 🙂

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