He’s been spending his day keeping out of the way, just watching the clouds roll by
Taking his time, wasting his prime, alone with the wind and the sky
Sat there on the stair and watching the door
His head in the air but his feet on the floor
And the minutes go fast and the hours don’t last and another day passed
He’s still here in the hall with the clock on the wall while the hands go around
Feeling the peace with a sigh of release in a world where there isn’t a sound
There’s no need to move and there’s no need to stand
This day isn’t going the way that he planned
But the minutes go fast while the hours don’t last and another day passed
When you tell yourself a story but you don’t know how it ends
And your memories are peopled with your family and friends
There are markings on the calendar nobody comprehends
And Father Time is somebody on whom you can depend
His heart is beating stronger, the shadows grow longer and the light starts to fade
And the house is so silent despite his defiance. He’s never afraid
The clouds will make way for the stars of the night
And his old friend the moon will make everything right
And the minutes go fast while the hours don’t last and another day passed
a very pleasant read
It’s true, time does pass quicker the older we get,
time gets us all in the end
Thought it was about a dog at first, don't know why. Then it became what we all have to face , Father Time. When life, through necessity, slows down ,each day passes slowly but time has gone fast. Thanks Martin It reminded me to enjoy each day as best I can
A beautiful piece of writing, love how the gentle rhythm and repetition reflects the passing of time as well as the description of what he is thinking and doing.
As rhythmic as the clock... a lovely picture of time and patience...