Poetry Thursday - 90 - Another Year

 Another year has passed for me and what do I know that's new or different? 

Shrinkage

 

Your arms are shorter

Your legs are shorter

Your sight is shorter

Your belt is shorter

Your patience is shorter

Your temper is shorter

Your breath is shorter

Your memory is shorter

Your time is shorter

Your years are shorter

Your months are shorter

Your weeks are shorter

Your days are shorter

Your hours are shorter

Your minutes are shorter

You died

© David L Atkinson April 2025 

When I was young, the time was filled with recovery from WWII, and since then, over the next seven decades, there has always seemed to be some huge threat to human existence. Sometimes, we humans are the threat, and sometimes it is natural disasters. Increasingly, human choices such as capitalism before caring. 

Time Thief

 

You will never snatch a glimpse of him,

and not because the light is dim,

by the time you realise what’s been lost,

he’s long gone leaving you to bear the cost.

 

Not always clear what’s been taken,

years later it can leave you shaken,

when you realise what could have been,

and all the things you should have seen.

 

What were you doing when he stole your years,

was your busy mind befuddled by beers,

or was your attention wandering free,

unfettered, allowed to go ignoring me.

 

You’re aware of what you wanted to know,

that youthful developments come and go,

but still you allowed your mind to wander,

leaving you to regret inattentive squander.

 

He won’t allow you to rewind your time,

to revisit that which was there in its prime,

you have to live with residual memories,

and remain alert for future discoveries.

  

To keep the thief away from your door,

allow you to appreciate life’s wonders galore,

focus attention on living in the today,

value that which he’d steal in some way.

© David L Atkinson January 2021 

God Bless