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by Rijesh kafle

Time is more precious than you think,
It flows so fast-gone in a blink.
Time does not wait for any man,
Once it is lost, it's gone again.

Time can neither be created nor destroyed,
It keeps on moving, never annoyed.
You may delay, but time will not,
It moves ahead while you just watch.

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A Busy Man

by Robert William Service

This crowded life of God's good giving
No man has relished more than I;
I've been so goldarned busy living
I've never had the time to die.
So busy fishing, hunting, roving,
Up on my toes and fighting fit;
So busy singing, laughing, loving,
I've never had the time to quit.

I've never been one for thinking

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Change

by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Changed? Yes, I will confess it – I have changed.
I do not love you in the old fond way.
I am your friend still – time has not estranged
One kindly feeling of that vanished day.

But the bright glamour which made life a dream,
The rapture of that time, its sweet content,
Like visions of a sleeper’s brain they seem –
And yet I cannot tell you how they went.

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Henry

by Robert William Service

Mary and I were twenty-two
When we were wed;
A well-matched pair, right smart to view
The town's folk said.
For twenty years I have been true
To nuptial bed.

But oh alas! The march of time,
Life's wear and tear!
Now I am in my lusty prime

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'Twas A Long Parting — But The Time

by Emily Dickinson

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'Twas a long Parting—but the time
For Interview—had Come—
Before the Judgment Seat of God—
The last—and second time

These Fleshless Lovers met—
A Heaven in a Gaze—
A Heaven of Heavens—the Privilege

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Recent Time Poems

Die tyd raas

by Mario Odekerken

Die tyd raas verby
sonder om terug te kyk.

Minute skeur deur die lug
soos wind wat nie wag nie.

Ek probeer onthou
maar alles gly
soos water deur vingers.

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Zeit 02

by Mario Odekerken

Zeit gleitet wie Nebel über Felder,
lautlos,unerbittlich.
Kein Anfang,den man wirklich spürt,
kein Ende,das man greifen kann.

Sie verändert alles,
ohne sichselbst zu verändern.
Gesichter verblassen,
Worte werden zu Echos
in Räumen, die längst leer sind.

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Tijd 02

by Mario Odekerken

Tijd glijdt als water tussen vingers,
stil,onafwendbaar.
Geen begin dat je echt voelt,
geen einde dat je kunt vangen.

Het verandert alles,
zonder dat het zelf verandert.
Gezichten vervagen,
woorden worden echo's
in kamers waar niemand meer spreekt.

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Time 02

by Mario Odekerken

Time moves like wind across a plain,
unseen,but shifting everything.
It does not pause to ask permission,
nor turn to see what it leaves behind.

A moment is born,then swallowed.
Memories stretch,fade,
or return uninvited.

We chase it,

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His Constant Companion

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Albert Nelson's father bought a huge clock, the very day he was born,
A happy fellow, with a winsome smile. Like the merry pink sun, at dawn.

Being too tall for the shelf, it stood inside their foyer, for ninety years,
Without the penchant to be slumbering. Tick, tock, tick-joys and tears!

Albert loved to watch its pendulum swing, when he was a young boy.
Like gazing at rich black skies, and loving the champagne, starlight joy.

Fish and frogs frolicked during the fruitful friendships of Albert's youth;

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