Never doubt it!




TIME GOES ON FOR EVER

 

 

Each moment is precious.

When we are young, we do not understand their value.

When we are middle-aged, we mistake their importance.

When we are getting old, each one is grabbed as if to keep. For…

Each moment is precious.

 

There are not enough hours.

When we are young, the time ahead is never ending.

When we are middle-aged, we close our eyes and look the other way.

When we are getting old, we cannot evade the truth… that…

There are not enough hours.

 

Time goes on forever.

When we are young, we can keep up with it.

When we are middle-aged, it slips ahead with subtlety.

When we are getting old, we slow down, time speeds up. But…

Time goes on for ever.

 

 

© Griffonner 2026





Poetry by Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-04-03 at 15:38

Tags Life  Time  Perception 

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Ain't that the truth. Sigh.
2026-04-07


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
When I was young I had a habit of "stepping out of myself," that is, seeing myself objectively in time and place. In that way I differed from the youth in your poem. I was aware of time and time passing, and appreciative of the limit of time.

This has given flights, glimpses, of those times and places I haven't thought of in a long time, and I'm glad to be thinking these thoughts.

Anything that takes my mind away from the horrors being committed daily by my rotting country is good.
2026-04-04


Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
You have captured the truth of both time and aging so well in this piece. I felt every word.
Sincerely,
Melinda
2026-04-03