Making Time
A drink with Father Time
If Time had wandered weary in
And sat him down to drink,
And whispered in his weary voice
"I have no time to think",
I'd take my father's face to mine
And seek my mirror there,
Amidst the lines of passing time,
The lines of lasting care,
And wearily I'd answer him,
(For I am my father's father),
That though our hands are never still,
Our boots need churn no lather.
Planted here, where e'er they are,
Is where we find our tether,
And thinking, like the clouds above,
Is only passing weather.
Tomorrow brings no time to think,
Nor days which have now gone.
The time to think is only now,
We've always, and not long.
But always thinking takes a toll,
Weary, you must be,
So passing like the April rains,
Let's take this time to see,
That every cloud that comes then goes,
The sun shines bright then dims,
The sky alone remains the same,
To watch these passing whims.
So if you want more time to think,
You have it every instant,
Its choosing what to think about,
And what to keep more distant.
Then Time would shake his sorry head
And drain his cup of ale,
And wearily he'd wander out,
To march on with his tale.
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Simply put, this was perfectly tuned.
Emezing!!!!!! Loved it!
Choosing what to think. Congratulations !! loved it. 😍
Congrats on top story Hannah!! 💝🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳
Top story congrats. So well deserved. 👏👏
Oh Hannah, this was beautiful and so very moving :) What a way with words you have. Loved this! Happy TS!
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Back to say congrats on top story. Well deserved
Hannah, I was having an absolute shitty day, (first world problems nothing serious) but I was down never the less. There is something about your poem that made reality sink in and for me to not to worry about the small things. I will enjoy the rest of my day,, and should I find myself sinking i know your poem is only a click away.
Wow. This is brilliant! Congratulations on a very well-deserved Top Story!! 🎉
I do love Father Time as a metaphor, and those is his I love him best. A weary, aged father figure 😁👍
I really admire what you have done here!
Your poem beautifully captures the timeless wisdom passed down through generations. The imagery of finding solace and reflection in the face of father time is deep and moving. The reminder to cherish the present moment and choose our thoughts wisely resonates with me profoundly. It's like your poem offers peace and guidance in navigating life's ever-changing journey. Beautiful work Hannah.
Father time stops for none of us, we truly must decide how best to use the time that we are given. Though easier said than done, it is a fact. Sage advice.
This poem led to a lot of introspection great poem Hannah
Truly amazing piece Hannah! "For I am my father's father." Wonderful line, I interpreted to be the "father" of "father time" which allows us a little bit of power over it, and if we want more time to consider certain thins we "have it every instant, Its choosing what to think about, And what to keep more distant." Which is great, almost meditative advice, that is often forgotten. Again, great work!
"The sun shines bright them dims." This was so beautifully written! Love your poem! 💌
How original and beautiful
Wow, amazing flow of ideas.
"Its choosing what to think about, And what to keep more distant." These were my favourite lines because it's soooo true! Loved your poem!
Soooo good, Hannah. My fav part "Let's take this time to see, That every cloud that comes then goes, The sun shines bright them dims, The sky alone remains the same, To watch these passing whims."
This is now one of my favorite poems and needs to be a TS! So good, Hannah! Loved it!
I love this so much. The rhyme and flow are amazing. It reads like an old tale told by a weary old fisherman, if that makes sense. Beautiful piece. One thing, "The sun shines bright them dims," should the word be then?
Since any comment I might write would only echo Paul's and DK's, I'll simply say - this is a wonderful poem. I was sorry it had to end.
What an impressive characterization of time and exposition of how to spend it. I like how the cadence and rhyme echoed the monotony described in certain places yet it never was never stagnant itself.