The Old Ones

They are gone now
The old ones
They look down at me
From the framed photographs
Walls are adorned with them
My eyes are weak now
When I look up at them
I do not see wisdom anymore
But the message is clear
One day I shall have my place
Amongst them
A lifeless framed photograph
Someone may look up at me
As I look up now
And hear the words of wisdom
Spoken many moons away
Don’t waste your precious time
Once gone, won’t come back
Yeah right
What am I doing now


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Three

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TIME

Flowing freely
Neither a beginning
Nor an end
Time
Those who have
Enough to spare
Indulge and splurge
Those who haven’t
Won’t have any
To spare
Till they die
Those who have
Do not have
Time to spare
To help the needy
Lest it takes time
Away from their
Rest and recreation
Those who do not have
Time to die
What value
Time is to them
Time
Free, everlasting
Most valuable
To those who have
To others
Commodity worthless

As Time Flies By

I close and open my fist in disgust
As I see time fly by
In time I can’t catch wasted time
Knowing fully well that I will rue
The time that flew by
There will be a time
When I will ruminate
The time that flew by
Time would only tell
What could have been
What I lost
As summer slowly passes
And I sit languidly
Listening to the gossips of the day
Silent gazes of strangers
Clouded by rising steam
From continuously refilled coffee cups
Locks for a moment on something
And furtively look away
Are they also ashamed of
The guilt of killing time
As another summer day
Rolls away to dusky evening
Co-conspirators we all
Guilty as accused
Vicarious pleasure
Of wasting time
As time flies by

WRITESPIRATION #121 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 25 – Death Personified

Sacha’s back with another of her #Writespiration prompts!

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

And the prompt this week…

Your story from the point of view of Death personified.

You have lost your hold on me
Once I befriended you
Embraced and welcomed you
With open arms
I am ready, but
Stop these mayhems
What purpose does it serve
Everyone will have to welcome you
One day or the other
When the time comes
Why make it harder
To love you

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Photo : Google

Writerinspiration#121


I have written about death before.  Shortlink to couple of them here: “http://wp.me/p73yZZ-22C” , “http://wp.me/s73yZZ-storm”

What

What do I have to lose
Heaven knows if I am not trying even
All that I can think of is
Time will not wait for me

Why do I have to worry
Hindsight is always 20/20
Anything I want to try
There is no guarantee

Where all fun has gone
Hard is life as it is
Add more misery to life
Tell me what I am going to gain

When I sum up everything
How blessed do I feel
Ample opportunities life has given
To be what I want to be


Write anything Wednesday Sept-07-2016