Time is passing, tick tock, tick tock,
The hands keep moving on the clock
Minutes are speeding one by one
From early dawn till setting sun.
How fast our lives do melt away
While none have found a way to stay
Help us, oh Lord, to seek a trail
Where excess time may be for sale.
Let’s close our eyes and hope and pray
That tomorrow could be the day
We’ll ring a bell and yell ” surprise ”
And never more exchange goodbyes !
The pages of my calendar
All now seem to be flashing by
They are racing one another
I find I’m helpless as they fly.
I never thought that I would see
A time that would evaporate
This world with such rapidity
Without a chance to concentrate.
And so it is the days have passed
Without one moment to be lost
Like pictures in a looking glass
With no one there to count the cost !
The open window invites the breeze
To sashay in from beneath the trees
Take a dance around a room or two
Sharing fresh air between me and you.
Enjoy the night times secret pleasure
Amidst the joys we all do treasure
Remember how fast the seasons fly
Before we each have to bid goodbye
As the nights grow cool before the dawn
And the years we loved are too soon gone !
There are no bridges left to cross
Nor any mountains left to climb
It’s too late now to pitch and toss
Because we have run out of time.
There is no point in looking back
The curtains drawn, the page is blank
The horse got spooked and left the track
And no one’s here we need to thank.
We have no reason now to try
I cannot ask the how and when
Believe that love just passed us by
And will not come this way again !
I treasure days just like today
To savor and to store away
Full of the warmth one dreams about
No fantasies chock full of doubt.
But life is never quite so clear
We cannot know when danger’s near
Or when we shall run out of time
And find ourselves deaf, dumb or blind.
The answer is to pull up tight
Tack on a smile, begin to fight
For planning is the proper way
To save each dream, from day to day !
Like all the dreams you’ve ever dreamed
And all the plans you ever planned
Like the currents in the river
And all the ridges in the sand
One whisk of mighty ocean wave
That does quite often go astray
Maybe a mighty blast of wind
Stalls, waiting to come out and play
Like all the fishes in the sea
And all the birds that fly up high
The simple clasping of a hand
Accepts it’s time to say goodbye !
Time moves on more slowly now
As every minute counts somehow
We savor all as hours pass
Because we know these are the last.
There is no choice we can make
To hope to end or stop the ache
What is to be, ’twill be so
But until then tis status quo !
The pages of the calendar do fly
Like storm tossed leaves across a windy sky
Days of our lives now swiftly pass us by
Their hours, minutes all whispering goodbye !
My heart thanks God for each new day
My mind seeks out a nobler way
I’ve tried to find some answers here
A firmer faith, a path that’s clear
While time grows wings and seems to fly
The hours add up and multiply
Before we know it, we are done
And all accept the setting sun !
Who hears the sound of running feet
Our world reverberates defeat
While strangers view the failing trend
When will this anger ever end ?
How tired have we all become
With vision clear to only some ?
My passion washes down the drain
Promising no, not e’er again
The silence closes in once more
Too soon our Lord may bar the door !
I’m walking alone on this long, long road
My soul is laden with a heavy load
The pace is labored but my aim intent
There are no excuses left to invent.
I have had a dream of these ups and downs
Some full of smiles and a few with deep frowns
It’s wisdom we need when courage abates
To give life a chance before it’s too late !
Seems that our lives are changing day by day
While fleeting years keep getting in the way
They appear to have a mission or two
Since we are pressed for time, what shall we do ?
As the days get shorter and time speeds by
Too much to remember, harder to try
All of our efforts will keep us awake
Along with those chances we often take.
There’s a point in time when we’ll have to halt
Please understand this, it won’t be our fault !
What kind of day will it be today
I can hear the world at work and play
As noise of construction fills the air
Sirens are blaring fron who knows where.
The buses are rushing, hear the sound
While busy jitneys circle around
I hear the echo of running feet
Clattering rapidly down the street.
Well I guess the day has had its start
And the early rush will soon depart
How I pray each day as I awake
There’s some small improvement I can make !
I hear the noise of traffic from below
The buses, cars, trucks halt and stop and go
Local sirens screaming while flying past
Sounds of early rush that could shatter glass
Seems to me that if I could have my way
I’d make the morn a later time of day !
The walls are sterile, antiseptic clean
The floors are silent mopped by hands unseen
The night is long and chill and strangely stark
As tip toe feet cross these halls in the dark.
There is one thought that quickly flashes by
This is a place where few prepare to die
The air is still, but hear the humming sound
As thousands of machines do all surround.
Here nurses try to understand slurred speech
Dealing kindly with parts of pain’s release
Pray time does rapid heal without delay
As some won’t live to see another day !
The year has come and flown away
This is another sanguine day
How fleetly time does pass us by
And leaves behind the tears that dried
Like memories we can’t forget
Or dreams we’ve had that haunt us yet.
I’ve learned so much as I have grown
We all must try to stand alone
For that is how each life does end
With only God as our fast friend !
Fantastic visions fill my head
As I lie here upon my bed
I feel as though I’m in between
The space that lives twixt wake and dream.
My visions are so truly clear
What e’er I see seems strangely near
My heart pales, I can’t catch my breath
What is it like so close to death ?
A simple sound defiles the air
And stills the gloom, be gone despair
I’ve things to do I can’t forget
This is too soon it’s not time yet !
I want to know about my dreams
And if they fit into life’s schemes,
How are they meant to pave the way
To help me breach the last relay?
The vigil bell rings loud and clear
Declaring one sojourner here
The task is hard, perhaps too long
To reach God’s ears by evensong !
I’ve cast my lot upon the wind
Forgive me Lord, I know I’ve sinned
There is no time to come again
My visit soon must meet its end !
This heart of mine that has known fear
Is old and tired, pock-marked and sere
And has no time for words unclear
Or foolish thoughts too insincere !
The problem if one feels inclined
To make excuse for acts unkind
When rather is, it should not be
The power of God must flower free !
Scant time is left to make amends
To heal the wounds or curry friends
In days to come we must decide
Will we partake that final ride !
The dark angel has passed me by
One cannot guess how glad am I
I’ve been upon this path before
And grateful now he’s skipped my door.
I am not ready yet to die
There is much left that I must ply
Perhaps he’ll understand my plight
Convinced I’m not too weak to fight.
Of course he’ll try another day
And know when I can’t longer stay
But when that time arrives at last
I’ll pack my dreams and exit fast !
There’s never time to do the things you’ve always wanted to
Lifes journey seems to just run on until its turn is through.
As prayers are meant to ease the pain for most not only you
So dreams can’t be confined to nights, the days must also do.
While hope springs forth in many ways to help your wish come true
It takes awhile to grow a smile and have a laugh or two.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 