Passing Time- From the Archives


Is this my time or not?

Time flows into a man
makes its home there
then flows away ; the man remains
but his time has passed.

There was a time when the world was mine
and you were mine
and all would last tomorrow and tomorrow
and  I was at my height; then it passed

The man still thinks,
breathes and loves
but the time that belonged to him
has moved away.

There is no greater burden for a man
than to live
in a time
which is not his own

for time never loves
the children of the past;
everything flows swiftly and noiselessly
till no time remains.

Just yesterday
you were so sure of yourself;
and now another time has come
as options fade to become commands.

A jolly fiddle or mournful trumpet
plays the tune of life
announcing for some their time has come
and for others, “Your time has passed.”


About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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3 Responses to Passing Time- From the Archives

  1. jfwknifton says:

    Very beautiful and so true, sadly.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. jennasnanny04 says:

    So beautifully stated and VERY true.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. beetleypete says:

    So poignant, Frank. I can certainly identify with all of it.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

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