time grows old as he waits
cobwebs woven in the chair which I sit
their tangled threads remain steadfast
as still I sit motionless - catatonic - waiting
time passes silently by, withered and wrinkled
the dust from the past remains unmoved
still waiting for elusive opportunity
time grows old as he waits
his rusty hands grind to a halt
the cobwebs are steadfast
still the dust remains and
the breeze whispers truths
relinquish your youth bestowed beneath!
today is but an ember fading into the wind
still time grows old
withered and wrinkled as he waits
for the rusty hands of time grind through seconds
and hours and days and months and years
relinquish thought!
the past is but ashes long gone
a fire put to rest long, long ago
but still time grows old
as I sit here in my chair
the cobwebs unmoved
relinquish yourself to tomorrow!
before the future becomes but an unobtainable dream
as I sit endlessly till eternity
waiting for opportunity to drop in my lap
time grows old as he waits
and the breeze whispers its truths
make way for the new!
old and grey is the dust unmoved
remove yourself from your comatose!
search for the elusive opportunity
before the fire of the future extinguishes
before time grows old
time grows old!
but the breeze bring news
news of hopes rekindled
cobwebs long gone
stand and embrace change
let the dust blow away in the breeze
cobwebs long gone from the chair which I sit
still time grows old; I wait for no one
his rusty hands tick on into eternity
rise and embrace him
or condemn him to his withered dying youth
dawn's destiny is upon us all
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
and thanks for taking the time to read my poetry. It means a lot to me.
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All of your poetry has really amazed me. This is so very deep and thought provoking yet once again and it sends chills to me. Very very well done 
