This is for Mary’s prompt over at dVerse about time. Fittingly for the topic, I’ve taken an old poem about time I wrote when I was younger and re-written it from my current perspective.
Every day must end
Every day will end
Taking with it more
Than you are willing to let go
Time
The destroyer
The absolute
Pauses for nothing in its path
Stops for nothing
Turns for no one
Constantly sweeping away
The collected dust of our experience
Every day will end
Events will be gone
Lost
Erased
Remembered
Yet even memories fade
The facts of history become altered
And time destroys truth
Evil comes, and the day ends
Good is done, and the day ends
The battles of love and war are fought
And the day ends
This day and this day and this day
Faster than you can think
“I should have remembered more”
A month becomes as a day
A year becomes as a month
Another day ends
And time
Is not on your side
The Noise of Silence 
Yes, getting to the time of life when the newspaper obituaries are about people I watched get famous. And hear of new things being built and tested that I won’t see become old fashioned
Nicely done…at least the day as we now know it ends…;)
Hi David, another beautiful poem! This time of year is perfect for reflection! ♥
Thank you, Ina. I’ve been really enjoying your latest posts as well.
Very well said, David! I can definitely relate to this one.
I’m glad others can relate to it. Thanks for stopping by! 🙂
this is powerful. i loved how you called time ‘the destroyer’ and ‘the absolute’.
a great write, thanks for sharing…
Thank you. Glad you liked it. 🙂
great repetition of the day end….it keeps us grounded in this….taking with it more than we want to let go…true that, great opening with that too cause it hooked me good…time is a great friend who stabs us in the back all too often you know….great write…
“Time is a great friend who stabs us in the back all too often” What a great way to put it! Wish I’d thought of that line!
Thank you very much 🙂
David, I think everyone over a certain age can identify with this poem. Every day does take more with it than we are willing to let go. So many memories will be eventually lost. (Ha, that is why we have to write poetry, right?) And so true that time is not on our side! But then I wonder whose side it is on??? Thought-provoking work.
another great piece of art. “Time never pauses”….great way to express this awesome notion…
You sound like the author of Ecclesiastes. A Jewish story based on Ecclesiastes was the basis of my poem — but unlike yours (& the Preacher), I did not end in “pointlessness”.
This is a lovely read, David, albeit a bit dark and serious in spots. The flow is just right and the line breaks accentuate your meaning.
Thank you! 🙂
Nice one David, I particularly like ‘… sweeping away / The collected dust of our experience’