The Way Time Goes

Time came to my house last night
All drunk and full of stories
We laughed about the good old days
You know, when there were no worries
I saw tears well up in his eyes
As he told me his past adventures
He clicked when saying certain words
I think it must have been his dentures
But then he hung around so long
I tried to steer him toward the door
Jumping from anecdote to anecdote
And I really couldnít take any more
So I told him I had to go to bed
He breath deeply and let out sighs
Well thatís the way that old time goes
Itís when you need him that he flies

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-10-17 at 14:06

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Each line is full of lessons. Every thought a puzzle into one's own mind. This could be taken as lighthearted but I see it as profound. Vivid imagery with contemplation woven throughout.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Good one!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
How time can drag sometimes, and then, its all gone too soon.
Good poem.

KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!