The years, they now go rushing by
My future is assured
The window closes ever more
The thief is clothed in time
So much more I should have done
Deceived by selfishness
What markers have I left behind?
For those who follow on
Some days there were investments made
With offerings of my time
When measured by the length of years
The failure most profound
© Jon Arno
This is profound and has a sad lamenting to it, to feel regret is the only true fear in life. Your poem is beautifully written, dear poet, succinct and also immense in your conveyance of missed opportunities and the need for a legacy. ...'The thief clothed in time'... this is a wonderful phrase with a pungent sentiment. SL
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