The ever flowing stream never stops never slows
it runs deep in to the bed
pulling the pieces up so they maybe carried to a new home
the stream looks as though it never changes but
just bellow the surface you can see
that it never stays the same
A man grows and never stops
from infant to man
he learns, loves, and moves on
everyday of his life
then time wipes him off the map
but a piece of him lives on
the clock on the mantle ticks
telling time it moves its way
in a circular motion so that it never ends
every end is just the beginning
for this boys and girls
is the lesson of time the meaning of time
it slows for no man nor woman nor beast nor god
it never changes in its ever moving pattern
it changes all
A contest entry
- passing seasons by Nicolette.
2000 points, ended June 27, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I had to smile at “for this boys and girls”
- almost sounds like you’re talking to children in a classroom!
I think you did well to tell us about the passing of time here and the images of a flowing stream is a good way to describe what’s on the surface and what runs deep. I did find this poem to lean a bit towards “telling” rather than showing, but I did enjoy reading your thoughts. Thank you for your entry.
~ Nicolette
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