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Present To hold
Time always ticks awayChanging all things around It pushes life forward till endAll just within a tickIts time that forces a bud bloomAnd a chick to hatch of an eggAs it does drag them backFor the flower to dry and chick to dieIts time that brings changes inIts time that begins big great dealsFor it does bring joy in usAs for hardest sadness tooSo enjoy every tick of timeAs every bit changes of fastYou can’t ever come to pastTill enjoy the changing present.
32 comments:
The present moment is truly a gift on so many levels.
Enjoyed your poem very much, yes we have to enjoy each moment of our life. Have a lovely week-end.
Take care.
Yvonne
the thought captured my heart
maybe i realised that a bit later
Hi Susan,
I especially liked the line -
"So enjoy every tick of time".
So important.
Great poem,
Fred
Time is the ultimate conqueror. Nice one.
Love the poem, Susan. Enjoy the moment, for the next moment may never come.
Happy Sunday!
Renie
Wonderful poem.
Thanks for visiting my blog. I noticed you have lots of blogs. Where do you find the time? And which one is your main blog?
present is a gift to us..therefore it's called a present..
Very beautifully put.
Lovely.
Susan: You are certainly a talented person. I enjoy your poetry.
@Femin Susan - Hopped over from your comment on my blog. Loved your blog.. That was such a beautiful poem!!
very true!
Hi Susan:)
You have made me sit up and think about the importance of time. Our success in life depends on the careful use of time. If we waste it in idleness, indolence and sloth we will suffer and we will not be able to achieve anything in this life.
Time and tide waits for no man.
Best wishes :)
So beautiful... I love the changing present. Great writing!
:)
~Tabitha~
freshmommyblog.com
thanks for the comments and for stopping by my blog...my eyes were instantly drawn to that gorgeous little girl in your pic....wowie! blessings...
nice..
True I actually love changes , coz they make u realize a lot of things abt urself and life :)
no wonder they say time is the best healer..yr piece is excellent..thanks friend 4 passing by and your wishes..wish u too a very happy life..let time be on your side..always cheering u up..
Time is precious! We are responsible for every minute we spend in our lives. Thanks for your poem and your visit to my blog! Have a great weekend!
Very nice poem and thank you for coming by, have a great weekend.
I think if I just think today...I will not be as sad as some friends have noticed I am.
I like the photo of the path...just one step at a time, and a pretty journey
wow... nice poem... but temme something... y r u so philosophical always???
i really like this poem.it has alot of meaning on so many diffrent and unique levels.
btw i finally updated if youd like to check it out
Words weaved together make magic come alive, dont they?
Ill be back.
Anand. :-)
Hi Femin Susan,
Thanks for your visit to It Strikes Me Funny. Your prose catches the imagination; we should not leave home without paper and pen.
Come back to see wooden bowls from red cedar.
GAH
Lovely poem.. thanks for dropping by my place.. now following your blog..
its ticking right along - have a grande Monday Susan!
What a great poem and so very true! Thanks for sharing it with all of us!
Lovely thoughts. Your verse is distinctive and "quiet," in a beautiful way!
(I really appreciated you visiting my blog and leaving a comment.)
Hi Susan, thanks for visiting my blog.
Interesting sentiment you write about, one we often take for granted. Thanks for a little reminder to enjoy the day and what we have.
How do you find the time to maintain so many blogs? I really like the cake blog you have too.
I would love to walk along that path! It looks like a good meditation path.
hi! thanks for stopping by my blog and your lovely comments. I'm so glad you did b/c now I know about your great blog! :) Your poem really hits home with me--I'm going through some personal stuff right now that makes me realize how precious every second of life is.
Yes, only in the now I exist.
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