As Time Goes By OR Love, a (Personal) History
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Time passes; we change, grow older, yet a loved one’s image remains much the same, ageless and timeless in our eyes …
If we take an hourglass as a metaphor for life, time passing should never be thought of as its gradually emptying but as its constantly in need of topping up ... with all the emotional resources available to us, especially love.
This poem is a villanelle.
AS TIME GOES BY
Brown hair, shades of grey,
whatever path I pursue;
time, ever slipping away…
Fun childhood days at play,
youth’s wild ways too;
brown hair, shades of grey
“Let’s laugh, not cry!” I say
(some wishes come true)
time, ever slipping away…
For every weepy Blues day,
golden moments too;
brown hair, shades of grey
Late, love, it came my way,
gave my heart to you;
time, ever slipping away…
Forever, love vowed to stay,
life’s tangled strands undo;
brown hair, shades of grey,
time, ever slipping away…
Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2014
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002.]
Time passes; we change, grow older, yet a loved one’s image remains much the same, ageless and timeless in our eyes …
If we take an hourglass as a metaphor for life, time passing should never be thought of as its gradually emptying but as its constantly in need of topping up ... with all the emotional resources available to us, especially love.
This poem is a villanelle.
AS TIME GOES BY
Brown hair, shades of grey,
whatever path I pursue;
time, ever slipping away…
Fun childhood days at play,
youth’s wild ways too;
brown hair, shades of grey
“Let’s laugh, not cry!” I say
(some wishes come true)
time, ever slipping away…
For every weepy Blues day,
golden moments too;
brown hair, shades of grey
Late, love, it came my way,
gave my heart to you;
time, ever slipping away…
Forever, love vowed to stay,
life’s tangled strands undo;
brown hair, shades of grey,
time, ever slipping away…
Copyright R. N. Taber 2002; 2014
[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears in First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002.]
Labels: adulthood, ageing, childhood, human nature, human spirit, life forces, love, memories, metamorphoses, middle age, mind-body-spirit, past-present-future, personal space, poetry, positive thinking, relationships, time
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